To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.
Nothing is less in our power than the heart, and far from commanding we are forced to obey it.
Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
