The Longer They Were Together The More

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

I Can Easily Believe It. Women Of That Class Have Great Opportunities, And If They Are Intelligent May Be Well Worth Listening To. Such Varieites Of Human Nature As They Are In The Habit Of Witnessing! And It Is Not Merely In Its Follies, That They Are Read; For They See It Occasionally Under Every Circumstance That Can Be Most Interesting Or Affecting. What Instances Must Pass Before Them Of Ardent, Disinterested, Self-denying Attachment, Of Heroism, Fortitude, Patience, Resignation-- Of All The Sacrifices That Ennoble Us Most. A Sick Chamber May Often Furnish The Worth Of Volumes.

This Sweetest And Best Of All Creatures, Faultless In Spite Of All Her Faults.

If Any One Faculty Of Our Nature May Be Called More Wonderful Than The Rest, I Do Think It Is Memory. There Seems Something More Speakingly Incomprehensible In The Powers, The Failures, The Inequalities Of Memory, Than In Any Other Of Our Intelligences. The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient; At Others, So Bewildered And So Weak; And At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control! We Are, To Be Sure, A Miracle Every Way; But Our Powers Of Recollecting And Of Forgetting Do Seem Peculiarly Past Finding Out.

From A Night Of More Sleep Than She Had Expected, Marianne Awoke The Next Morning To The Same Consciousness Of Misery In Which She Had Closed Her Eyes.