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.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

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

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

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.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!