Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.