Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.
I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.
It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you place the blame.
People are either charming or tedious.
Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose.
I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity.