That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

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.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?

Many...have learned that the magnitude of lives is not as to their external displacements, but as to their subjective experiences. The impressionable peasant leads a larger, fuller, more dramatic life than the pachydermatous king.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

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