Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

My Whole Life Has Been Merely A Succession Of Miserable And Unsuccessful Denials Of Feelings Or Reason.

In The First Place, [his Eyes] Never Laughed When He Laughed. Have You Ever Noticed This Peculiarity Some People Have? It Is Either The Sign Of An Evil Nature Or Of A Profound And Lasting Sorrow.

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

We Almost Always Forgive Those We Understand.

There Are Two Men In Me--one Lives In The Full Sense Of The Word, The Other Reasons And Passes Judgment On The First. The First Will Perhaps Take Leave Of You And The World Forever In An Hour Now; And The Second . . . The Second?