The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.