If we were two peasants we might marry and be happy.

As it is we must wait, even though we know that waiting may never come to an end.

I have a conviction, Victor, that our days of happiness are over, and that terrible things are about to happen." "But nothing that can happen can separate us, Marie." "Nothing but death, Victor," she said quietly.
"But surely, Marie, you take too gloomy a view.

Death, of course, may separate all lovers; but there seems no reason that we should fear him now more than at other times.

A few farmers-general and others who have made themselves obnoxious to the mob have been killed, but what is that! There should at least be no hostility to our order.