A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

They say that if you get bored enough with calamity you can learn to laugh.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.