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

No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet, so deadly sad, that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank, something like then world when the deluge was gone by.

Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.

As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.

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

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

I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.