The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth.
He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.
Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.
You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.