I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

He is not to them what he is to me.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at night and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.

Amid the worry of a self- condemnatory soliloquy, his demeanour seemed grave, perhaps cold, both to me and his mother. And yet there was no bad feeling, no malice, no rancour, no littleness in his countenance, beautiful with a man's best beauty, even in its depression. When I placed his chair at the table, which I hastened to do, anticipating the servant, and when I handed him his tea, which I did with trembling care, he said: "Thank you, Lucy," in as kindly a tone of his full pleasant voice as ever my ear welcomed.

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