We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

Always wanting another man than your own.

Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.

The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.

There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.