Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

What monster have we here? A great Deed at this hour of day? A great just deed - and not for pay? Absurd - or insincere?

Books succeed; and lives fail.

I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

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

Some people always sigh in thanking God.

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.