Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.
How hard it is in some cases to be believed!' 'And how impossible in others!
...I will not allow books to prove any thing." "But how shall we prove any thing?" "We never shall.
She is loveliness itself.
Without scheming to do wrong, or to make others unhappy, there may be error and there may be misery. Thoughtlessness, want of attention to other people's feelings, and want of resolution, will do the business.
A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.