In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.

Only you're right in saying she's too good an opinion of herself to think of you. The saucy jade! I should like to know where she'd find a better!

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.

A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias.

Every mile was redolent of associations, which she would not have missed for the world, but each of which made her cry upon 'the days that are no more' with ineffable longing.