If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.

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

What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?

The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.