Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April; the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins; we could now endure the play-hour passed in the garden.

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.

I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.

Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.

And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.