I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

... strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly seached out.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.

I would rather have young people settle on a small income at once, and have to struggle with a few difficulties together, than be involved in a long engagement.

It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.