Childhood, whose very happiness is love.

The stars are so far, far away!

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

I cannot love evergreens - they are the misanthropes of nature. To them the spring brings no promise, the autumn no decline; they are cut off from the sweetest of all ties with their kind - sympathy. ... I will have no evergreens in my garden; when the inevitable winter comes, every beloved plant and favorite tree shall drop together - no solitary fir left to triumph over the companionship of decay.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.

It is said that ridicule is the test of truth: it is never applied, but when we wish to deceive ourselves.

marriage is like money - seem to want it, and you never get it.