It seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man.

It is with the approach of winter that cats...wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.

Painting and music were the only things I worked at industriously and faithfully.

I still went to church regularly every Sunday; that is we all went there together. I reverenced the family pew where we had assembled for so many years; and apart from that reason I hold it dear because it is associated in my memory with my mother.

My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.

I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about me called it scarlet fever, and its very name seemed to have a diabolical quality.

I still held fast to my determination to become a minister; it still seemed to me that that was my duty. I had pledged myself, in my prayers I had given my word to God. How could I therefore break my vow?