May the good God pardon all good men.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

May the good God pardon all good men.

It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.

I, who had had my heart full for hours, took advantage of an early moment of solitude, to cry in it very bitterly. Suddenly a little hairy head thrust itself from behind my pillow into my face, rubbing its ears and nose against me in a responsive agitation, and drying the tears as they came.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.