How strange a thing is the heart of man!

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

Some ... have imagined that by arousing a baseless suspicion in the mind of the beloved we can revive a waning devotion. But this experiment is very dangerous. Those who recommend it are confident that so long as resentment is groundless one need only suffer it in silence and all will soon be well. I have observed however that this is by no means the case.

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.