Love has always been the most important business in my life; I should say the only one.
I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.
People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of anextreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
People happy in love have an air of intensity.
Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.