The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely wills and works for itself.

To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.

Reader, I literally married him.

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.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.