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.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why so often the coarse appropriates the finer thus, the wrong man the woman, the wrong women the man, many years of analytical philosophy have failed to explain to our sense of order

She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.

The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.

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.

That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so non formidable, even pitiable, in its units.