Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.

In my madness I was actually in love with her for the few hours it all lasted; it was the same unmistakable ache and stab across the mind, the same sighs, the same pain, and above all the same reluctance and fear to approach.

We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the last time.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

All of life is a foreign country.

Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

If you own a rug you own too much.