I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
The lot of critics is to be remembered by what they failed to understand.
If I am asked 'what is good?' my answer is that good is good, and that is the end of the matter.
But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.
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.
Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.