If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

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.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.