Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.

Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.

Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me!

That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find, to equal among human kind , a dog's fidelity!

Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only - finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember your nature and your past doings have been just like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'.

I may do some good before I am dead--be a sort of success as a frightful example of what not to do; and so illustrate a moral story.

If we be doomed to marry, we marry; if we be doomed to remain single we do.