A harmless life$$$ she called a virtuous life$$$<br/>A quiet life$$$ which was not life at all . . .

I shall but love thee bitter after death.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid$$$ when they are fairly roused.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom$$$ I passed to bright unclouded day.

I gave up hoping...But$$$ still$$$ I would think of him$$$ I would cherish his image in my mind$$$ and treasure every word$$$ look and gesture that memory could retain.

God is love$$$ and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God$$$ and God in him.

Beauty is that quality which$$$ next to money$$$ is generally the most attractive to the worst kinds of men; and$$$ therefore$$$ it is likely to entail a great deal of trouble on the possessor.

Prison for the crime of puberty — that was how secondary school had seemed.

Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.

Creativity is a continual surprise.