There is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghostlike, the spot where some great and marked event has given the color to their lifetime; and still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dre…

Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present…

You stood in the belltower, But now you're gone. So who knows all the sights Of Notre Dame?

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday.

His face was blue, on his fingers Flecks of green. 'This is my father', I thought.