In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.
But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader's soul.
I have a bad memory for facts.