The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.

The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?