In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.

We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.