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.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and how much harm they do us.

She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.

I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life. Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit. But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.

If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.