I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

…she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are born under a lucky star.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

I'd have a stable full of Arabian steeds, rooms piled with books, and I'd write out of a magic inkstand, so that my works should be as famous as Laurie's music. I want to do something splendid before I go into my castle,-something heroic, or wonderful,-that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it, and mean to astonish you all, some day. I think I shall write books, and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream.

…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.