I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate

He Turned, As He Spoke, A Peculiar Look In Her Direction, A Look Of Hatred Unless He Has A Most Perverse Set Of Facial Muscles That Will Not, Like Those Of Other People, Interpret The Language Of His Soul.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought As Much Of You As You Have Of Him?

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

I Got The Sexton, Who Was Digging Linton's Grave, To Remove The Earth Off Her Coffin Lid, And I Opened It. I Thought, Once, I Would Have Stayed There, When I Saw Her Face Again - It Is Hers Yet - He Had Hard Work To Stir Me; But He Said It Would Change, If The Air Blew On It.