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.

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

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

...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.

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

I am an average good Christian, when you don't push my Christianity too far. And all the rest of you—which is a great comfort—are, in this respect, much the same as I am.

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.