Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

Be kind. Aim for my heart.

Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.

Mastery of language affords one remarkable opportunities.

...for, however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in the maternal breast, and that is where a dearly-beloved child is concerned.

Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.

I hate this life of the fashionable world, always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own resources, and accountable only to myself.