By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.