You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.