We loved with a love that was more than love.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

There are few persons, even among the calmest thinkers, who have not occasionally been startled into a vague yet thrilling half credence in the supernatural, by coincidences of so seemingly marvellous a character that, as mere coincidences, the intellect has been unable to receive them.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

I fell in love with melancholy