His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.

I recall this passage as the hour of its first fully coming over me that she was a beautiful liberal creature. I had seen her personality in glimpses and gleams, like a song sung in snatches, but now it was before me in a large rosy glow, as if it had been a full volume of sound. I heard the whole of the air, and it was sweet fresh music, which I was often to hum over.(Sir Edmund Orme)

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman.

It exhibits the effort of an essentially prosaic mind to lift itself, by a prolonged muscular strain, into poetry.

There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.

It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.