Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it.

Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things.

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than a touch.

Saddle your dreams before you ride em.