Of love it may be said, the less earthly the less demonstrative. In its absolutely indestructible form it reaches a profundity in which all exhibition of itself is painful.

It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

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

Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, Let there be light.

When women are secret they are secret indeed; and more often then not they only begin to be secret with the advent of a second lover.

The first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage.