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?

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

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

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

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.