"You can forget all the world, but you cannot forget yourself.

When one thing is more to you than yourself, how are you to forget it?
"I read," he said--"yes; and then I come to a word she used, and it is all back with me again! I go to count my sheep, and I see her face before me, and I stand and let the sheep run by.

I look at you, and in your smile, a something at the corner of your lips, I see her.

How can I forget her when, whenever I turn, she is there, and not there?
I cannot, I will not, live where I do not see her.
"I know what you think," he said, turning upon her.

"You think I am mad; you think I am going to see whether she will not like me! I am not so foolish.