Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!