There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly!

It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and still I was alone.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?