I haven't much time to be fond of anything. But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times the roses get it.

Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs Vesey sat through life.

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.

I have heard, as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house ; but I have had my own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit.

...it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.

Not the shadow of a doubt crossed my mind of the purpose for which the Count had left the theatre. His escape from us, that evening, was beyond all question the preliminary only to his escape from London. The mark of the Brotherhood was on his arm-I felt as certain of it as if he had shown me the brand; and the betrayal of the Brotherhood was on his conscience-I had seen it in his recognition of Pesca.

I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.