“Nay, nay!” said the Squire. “It’s not so easy to break one’s heart. Sometimes I’ve wished it were. But one has to go on living—‘all the appointed days,’ as is said in the Bible.”

“Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.”

“I won’t say it’s going to be easy for me, Madeline. I’ve lived too long in darkness and shadows, but if you’re willing to stick by me, to give me a chance, I’ll give you whatever you wish.”“My wish has already come true,” she said, smiling into his upturned face. “It wasyou, after all.”-Blaine and Madeline”

“Shall a mangrave his sorrows upon a stone when he hath but need to write them onthe water? Nay, oh /She/, I will live my day, and grow old with mygeneration, and die my appointed death, and be forgotten.”

“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.”

“He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man”