Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

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 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.

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

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.