It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic duty, your true romantic has the truer vision, and beholds, afar off, in all its lurid splendour and terrible proportions, the piquant adventure we call life.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.