Then she paused. A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. A southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. 'I love him', she said simply.

There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

Punctuality is the thief of time.

You have never, I think, known real Grief-panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives-you and me particularly. I'm not sur…

Je l'ai trop aime pour ne le point hair!

Love, who is most beautiful among the immortal gods, the melter of limbs, overwhelms in their hearts the intelligence and wise counsel of all gods and all men.