“To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.”

The more I see of the world, the more am i dissatisfied with it; and everyday confirms my belief of the inconsistencies of all human.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

The enthusiasm of a woman’s love is even beyond the biographer’s.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

I was quiet but I was not blind.

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.

Wisdom is better than wit, and in the long run will certainly have the laugh on her side.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.

It is not every man’s fate to marry the woman who loves him best.

I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.

Nobody minds having what is too good for them.

I long to be out in the sun with no work to be done.

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

I love nature, so I’d love to go out and just look at things and not care what I look like.

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It’s the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it – no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

It is our nature to defy gravity, to transcend the limitations of the reasoning mind and connect with the realm of the mystical truth.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Nature has no cure for this sort of madness, though I have known a legacy from a rich relative work wonders.