The principal thing in the world is to keep the soul aloft.
COLD. Healthier than heat.
Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.
There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more
Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.
Exuberance is better than taste.