The Very Truth Hath A Colour From

I Think I Dislike What I Don't Like More Than I Like What I Like.

Susceptible Persons Are More Affected By A Change Of Tone That By Unexpected Words.

What Should I Do—how Should I Act Now, This Very Day . . . What She Would Resolve To Do That Day Did Not Yet Seem Quite Clear, But Something That She Could Achieve Stirred Her As With An Approaching Murmur Which Would Soon Gather Distinctness.

Vanity Is As Ill At Ease Under Indifference As Tenderness Is Under A Love Which It Cannot Return.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.