My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.

Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.

Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

the sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time.

I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!