What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme - courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe - marriage.

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.

I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms.

I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.

Sir,' I interrupted him, 'you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate --- with vindictive antipathy. It is cruel --- she cannot help being mad.