If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.

Stupidity is a talent for misconception.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.

You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but overacuteness of the senses?

In the tale proper--where there is no space for development of character or for great profusion and variety of incident--mere construction is, of course, far more imperatively demanded than in the novel.

Yet we met; and fate bound us together at the alter,and I never spoke of passion nor thought of love. She, however shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder; it is a happiness to dream.