Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy.

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.

Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience?

Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.

There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

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