You transfix me quite.

I can only say with deeper sincerity and fuller significance what I have always said in theory - Wait God's will.

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah! at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business; on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow.

Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot.

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.

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.