Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. Having fallen so far from so high a position, he loved anything that had also fallen from a great height

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.