At best, the renewal of broken relations is a nervous matter.

Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.

Sumner's mind had reached the calm of water which receives and reflects images without absorbing them; it contained nothing but itself.

Intimates are predestined.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held …

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

Please don't lie to me, unless you're absolutely sure I'll never find out the truth.