Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful, happy accent.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.
Talented people almost always know full well the excellence that is in them.
You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx.