You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.
I will not say that your mulberry trees are dead; but I am afraid they're not alive.
It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.
The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.
…but then I am unlike other people I dare say.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.