Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

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?