You're something between a dream and a miracle.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.

Art is much, but love is more.