I like to do all the talking myself. It saves time, and prevents arguments.

I cannot choose one hundred best books because I have only written five

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

I may have said the same thing before... but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.

I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.