And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.