These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Brothers are so unpleasant.

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.

Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and all the varied gently-lessening curves, down to the delicate wrist, with its tiniest, almost imperceptible nicks in the firm softness.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.