For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.