Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.
There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance.
I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.
If this was love, love had been overrated.
I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live.