I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.

... many a heart is caught in the rebound ... Pride may be soothed by the ready devotion of another; vanity may be excited the more keenly by recent mortification.

I will look on the stars and look on thee, and read the page of thy destiny.

The truth is, we like to talk over our disasters, because they are ours; and others like to listen, because they are not theirs.

Strange the affection which clings to inanimate objects - objects which cannot even know our love! But it is not return that constitutes the strength of an attachment.

That which is always within our reach, is always the last thing we take; and the chances are, that what we can do every day, we never do at all.

The stars are so far, far away!