Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

It is a strange thing to read a letter after the writer is dead - a bitter-sweet thing, in which pain and comfort are strangely mingled.

It was three o'clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.

She will love deeply--suffer terribly--she will have glorious moments to compensate.

There is no such thing as freedom on earth," he said. "Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you've escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage. But are you? You love me - THAT'S a bondage.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.