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?

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

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

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.