Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

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.

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

I haven't much time to be fond of anything. But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times the roses get it.

I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.

The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.