The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.

As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.

I heard a neigh. Oh, such a brisk and melodious neigh it was. My very heart leapt with the sound.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.