It's one of my rules never, if I can help it, to think of the past.

What has been, has been; and what will be, will be.

When I fume and rage like an idiot, that's only the blood in me getting the better of the brain; an example of the fault that always wrecks me.

Do you think I cannot see myself?
Just now, I couldn't keep back the insensate words--insensate because useless--but I judged myself all the time as distinctly as I do now it's over." "Your money gone, Reuben ?" murmured his sister, in consternation.
"You might have foreseen that.

Come and sit down by me, Miriam.