But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

There is always an inertia to be overcome in striking out a new line of conduct – not more in ourselves, it seems, than in circumscribing events, which appear as if leagued together to allow no novelties in the way of amelioration.

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.

War makes good history but peace is poor reading.

You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.

...Nameless, unknown to me as you were, I couldn't forget your voice!' 'For how long?' 'O - ever so long. Days and days.' 'Days and days! Only days and days? O, the heart of a man! Days and days!' 'But, my dear madam, I had not known you more than a day or two. It was not a full-blown love - it was the merest bud - red, fresh, vivid, but small. It was a colossal passion in embryo. It never returned.

...our impulses are too strong for our judgement sometimes