Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.
I shall do everything it becomes me to do.
Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.
What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?
Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.