I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!