Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers

Take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth.

You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

It is strange,' pursued he, 'that while I love Rosomond Oliver so wildly-with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the object of which is exquisitely beautiful, graceful, and fascinating--I experience at the same time a calm, unwarped consciousness, that she would not make me a good wife; that she is not the partner suited to me; that I should discover this within a year after marriage; and that to twelve months' rapture would succeed a lifetime of regret. This I know.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

Neither birth nor sex forms a limit to genius.