The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

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

However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.