I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.

He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.

Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.

A sentimentalist is simply one who desires to have the luxury of an emotion without paying for it.

To be good is to be in harmony with oneself. Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.