I confess I have yet to learn that a lesson of the purest good may not be drawn from the vilest evil.

“Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my …”

“Ti dirò .... che cosa è il vero amore. E' devozione cieca, pronta ad umiliarsi,…”

“And if we were not all three in fairyland, certainly I was. I lived principally…”

“Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every rem…”