The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Now they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.

You men have none of you any hearts.' 'If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give us torment enough.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.

The little bit (two inches wide) of ivory on which I work with so fine a brush as produces little effect after much labour.

It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.

We certainly do not forget you, so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves.