Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

He was handsome then if never before, bound for one of those immortal moments which come so radiantly that their remembered light is enough to see by for years.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

i'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.