As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Love has a tide!

There was the whole world; if she loved him like this, nothing could make them wretched; his love would be enough for her, – and for him hers was an empire.

Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last.

One of Dr. Johnson’s ingredients of happiness was, “A little less time than you want.” That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one’s self...

But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, “Majella!

O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions, – sweeter days are thine!