Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.

I don't believe there's a man in Milton who knows how to sit still; and it is a great art.

Margaret found that the indifferent, careless conversations of one who, however kind, was not too warm and anxious a sympathizer, did her good.

. . . 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.

..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.

All the earth, though it were full of kind hearts, is but a desolation and desert place to a mother when her only child is absent.