I wish to marry her . . . but she has one drawback, her attitude is uncooperative.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together.This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? because we’re going to have a strange life.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? because we’re going to have a strange life.

You know I don't love any one but you. you shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

If you can be well without health, you may be happy without virtue.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.