Young children are such nasty little beasts!

cracked things often hold out as long as whole things; one takes so much better care of them!

youth is so insatiable of happiness, and has such sublimely insane faith in its own power to make happy and be happy!

If they had said that the sun or the moon had gone out of the heavens, it could not have struck me with the idea of a more awful and dreary blank in creation than the words: Byron is dead!

Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement.

I am not at all the sort of person you and I took me for.

Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.