“I soon forgot storm in music.”

“I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon.”

“He fumed like a bottled storm.”

“I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.”

“I knew he would soon strike, and while dreading the blow, I mused on the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would presently deal it.”

“Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.”

“What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling like, and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined!”