All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.

I live in terror of not being misunderstood.

An alliterative prefix served as an ornament of oratory.

Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

In fact, I am never wrong.