A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.

You could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.

Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.

She was at that modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called having a fancy for. It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.