Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them — & it mitigates the pang of losing them to know how very happy a little affection has made them .

There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.