He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

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

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.