Life' wrote a friend of mine$$$ 'is a public performance on the violin$$$ in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand$$$ and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes$$$ choose a place where you won't do very much harm$$$ and stand in it for all you are worth$$$ facing the sunshine.

This desire to govern a woman -- it lies very deep$$$ and men and women must fight it together.... But I do love you surely in a better way then he does." He thought. "Yes -- really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love$$$ ignore it$$$ muddle it$$$ but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

She carried her head high enough—even when we believed that she was fallen.

At last they could pity Miss Emily. Being left alone$$$ and a pauper$$$ she had become humanized.

With nothing left$$$ she would ... cling to that which had robbed her$$$ as people will.

When she got to be thirty and was still single$$$ we were ... vindicated.

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

When do I see a photograph$$$ when a reflection?