... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.

It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

Certainly the determining acts of her life were not ideally beautiful. They were the mixed result of young and novel impulse struggling amidst the conditions of an imperfect social state, in which great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.

Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.