People who write finely must not expect to be left in repose; they will be molested with thanks, at least.

Let my body dwell in poverty, and my hands be as the hands of the toiler; but let my soul be as a temple of remembrance where the treasures of knowledge enter and the inner sanctuary is hope.

What is better than to love and live with the loved? -- But that must sometimes bring us to live with the dead; and this too turns at last into a very tranquil and sweet tie, safe from change and injury.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.

Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.

The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.