Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.

I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children's mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!

I would not be you for a kingdom.' The remark was too naïve to rouse anger; I merely said - 'Very good.' 'And what would you give to be ME?' she inquired. 'Not a bad sixpence - strange as it may sound', I replied. 'You are but a poor creature.' 'You don't think so in your heart.' 'No; for in my heart you have not the outline of a place: I only occasionally turn you over in my brain.

Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

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