We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

“I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep i…”

“I opened the bag and packed the boots in; and then, just as I was going to clos…”

“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”

“Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is the sting.”