Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

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

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

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

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!