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

And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.

I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery.

You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream

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.

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.