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.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head!

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.