When one is five-and-twenty, one has not chalk-stones at one's finger-ends that the touch of a handsome girl should be entirely indifferent.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

Better a false belief than no belief at all.

What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?

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.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.