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

We are ourselves the stumbling-blocks in the way of our happiness. Place a common individual - by common, I mean with the common share of stupidity, custom, and discontent - place him in the garden of Eden, and he would not find it out unless he were told, and when told, he would not believe it.

The stars are so far, far away!

Our first love-letter ... There is so much to be said, and which no words seems exactly to say - the dread of saying too much is so nicely balanced by the fear of saying too little. Hope borders on presumption, and fear on reproach.

The fearless make their own way.

Surprises are like misfortunes or herrings - they rarely come single.

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.