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

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

I've always loved the night and I'll like lying awake and thinking over everything in life, past, present and to come. Especially to come.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.