At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.

Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.

"I hope your hair curls naturally, does it?" "Yes, darling, with a little help from others."

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

And let me touch those curving claws of yellow ivory; and grasp the tail that like a monstrous asp coils round your heavy velvet paws.

I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from all I hear, I shouldn't like to.