Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.

For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity.

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.

Monsieur, sit down; listen to me. I am not a heathen, I am not hard-hearted, I am not unchristian, I am not dangerous, as they tell you; I would not trouble your faith; you believe in God and Christ and the Bible, and so do I.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.