And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

I am a citizen of the world, and I have met, in my time, with so many different sorts of virtue, that I am puzzled, in my old age, to say which is the right sort and which is the wrong.

Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life. Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit. But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.

Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.