My wife is - in the strictest sense - my sole companion, and I need no other. There is no vacancy in my mind any more than in my heart.

Sunlight is painting.

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

He whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

Dream strange things and make them look like truth.