My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.

We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

A work should convey its entire meaning by itself, imposing it on the spectator even before he knows what the subject is.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.