Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts, but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

For a time Jack was angry; but when he had been without the jacket for a short while he began to realize that being half-clothed is infinitely more uncomfortable than being entirely naked. Soon he did not miss his clothing in the least, and from that he came to revel in the freedom of his unhampered state.

I got this story from someone who had no business in the telling of it.

It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart- kiss me, dear, just once before I lose my dream forever." -Jane-

Were there no desire there would be no virtue, and because one man desires what another does not, who shall say whether the child of his desire be Vice or Virtue?

Even brave men, and D'Arnot was a brave man, are sometimes frightened by solitude.

I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.