Love so seldom means happiness.
A genuine coincidence always means bad luck for me; it's my only superstition.
There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.
Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.
the old fellow seemed to spot deceit as if it reeked like a goat.
When the habitually even-tempered suddenly fly into a passion, that explosion is apt to be more impressive than the outburst of the most violent amongst us.