Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

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

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!