I Would Not Trust A Mouse To

Come! Poor Little Heart! Be Cheery And Brave. We'll Be A Great Deal To One Another, If We Are Thrown Off And Left Desolate.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

I Look At [books] As A Child Looks At Cakes - With Glittering Eyes And A Watering Mouth, Imagining The Pleasure That Awaits Him.

She Lay Down And Never Stirred. To Move Hand Or Foot, Or Even So Much As One Finger, Would Have Been An Exertion Beyond The Powers Of Either Volition Or Motion. She Was So Tired, So Stunned, That She Thought She Never Slept At All; Her Feverish Thoughts Passed And Repassed The Boundary Between Sleeping And Waking, And Kept Their Own Miserable Identity.

He Could Remember All About It Now; The Pitiful Figure He Must Have Cut; The Absurd Way In Which He Had Gone And Done The Very Thing He Had So Often Agreed With Himself In Thinking Would Be The Most Foolish Thing In The World; And Had Met With Exactly The Consequences Which, In These Wise Moods, He Had Always Foretold Were Certain To Follow, If He Ever Did Make Such A Fool Of Himself.