My self is all to me. I don't have any need of you.
After love a formal feeling comes.
Running! If there's any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I can't think of what it might be.
I'm sure all that you've heard is just the usual gossip, invented to injure feelings rather than illuminate truth.
Sometimes I stumble upon a wonderfully irresistible to me voice, unexpectedly.
A good, sympathetic review is always a wonderful surprise.