flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.

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

He is not to them what he is to me.

Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime.

I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.

But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me.

His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.