I knew I was catching at straws; but in the wide and weltering deep where I found myself, I would have caught at cobwebs.

If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

Endurance over-goaded, stretched the hand of fraternity to sedition.

It seems to me, that if you tried hard, you would in time find it possible to become what you yourself would approve; and that if from this day you began with resolution to correct your thoughts and actions, you would in a few years have laid up a new and stainless store of recollections, to which you might revert with pleasure.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

A phase of my life was closing to-night, anew one opening to-morrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was beingaccomplished.