Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

I never told my love vocally still.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

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

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

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?