A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.
As long as one suffers one lives.
That instinct for human character that is perhaps inherent in an imaginative writer.
I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.
So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.
Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.