Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.

To understand all is to forgive all.

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty.

I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.