1 Nature loves patience: always remember that.
2 I DO love a chat with a man when he is a good sort.
3 Behind her, borne in a nurse's arms, came the first fruits of the love of husband and wife.
4 Therefore, if it really be that you have no genuine love for doing good, do good by FORCING yourself to do so.
5 Only force yourself to do good just once and again, and, behold, you will suddenly conceive the TRUE love for well-doing.
6 In particular did the tradesmen love him, since he was never above standing godfather to their children or dining at their tables.
7 You see, they must have instruction in God's word, and also lessons in music and dancing; and not for love or money can these things be procured in the country.
8 One circumstance which almost aroused Tientietnikov, which almost brought about a revolution in his character, was the fact that he came very near to falling in love.
9 That is to say, he loved to read books, even though their contents came alike to him whether they were books of heroic adventure or mere grammars or liturgical compendia.
10 In the same connection it may be remarked that his teacher was a man who, above all things, loved peace and good behaviour, and simply could not abide clever, witty boys, since he suspected them of laughing at him.
11 It is difficult to say whether or not the feeling which had awakened in our hero's breast was the feeling of love; for it is problematical whether or not men who are neither stout nor thin are capable of any such sentiment.
12 Yet, had they really loved justice and the good of their country, I think that they would have been less prone to take offence at the coldness of my attitude, but would have sacrificed their feelings and their personality to their superior convictions.
13 Yet, in general, he possessed neither a love for nor a talent for underhand dealings, and, had not fate and circumstances favoured Chichikov by causing Lienitsin's wife to enter the room at that moment, things might have turned out very differently from what they did.
14 Yet, being a man of the utmost nicety of feeling, the fact that he found himself rubbing shoulders with anything but nice companions did not prevent him from preserving intact his innate love of what was decent and seemly, or from cherishing the instinct which led him to hanker after office fittings of lacquered wood, with neatness and orderliness everywhere.