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.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

Dream strange things and make them look like truth.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.