Daydreams Are The Delusions Of The Devil.

Reserved People Often Really Need The Frank Discussion Of Their Sentiments And Griefs More Than The Expansive. The Sternest-seeming Stoic Is Human After All, And To Burst With Boldness And Good-will Into The Silent Sea Of Their Souls Is Often To Confer On Them The First Of Obligations.

Oh, I Am Not Going To Die, Am I? He Will Not Separate Us, We Have Been So Happy.

I Tired Of The Routine Of Eight Years In One Afternoon.

The Cool Peace And Dewy Sweetness Of The Night Filled Me With A Mood Of Hope: Not Hope On Any Definite Point, But A General Sense Of Encouragement And Heart-ease.

A Depressing And Difficult Passage Has Prefaced Every Page I Have Turned In Life.