You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.

You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.

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

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

You can kid the world, but not your sister.

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.