Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

Intimacy between stepchildren and stepparents is indeed proverbially difficult.

farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.