Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought

Oh, Cathy! Oh, My Life! How Can I Bear It?" Was The First Sentence He Uttered, In A Tone That Did Not Seek To Disguise His Despair. And Now He Stared At Her So Earnestly That I Thought The Very Intensity Of His Gaze Would Bring Tears Into His Eyes; But They Burned With Anguish: They Did Not Melt.

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

Thoughts Are Tyrants That Return Again And Again To Torment Us.

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!