Always wanting another man than your own.

If Galileo had said in verse that the world moved, the inquisition might have let him alone.

Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.

She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.

You are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.

Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.

They were as sublime as the moon and stars above them, and the moon ans stars were as ardent as they.

You simply mean that you flirted outrageously with him, poor old chap, and then repented, and to make reparation, married him, though you tortured yourself to death by doing it.

I hate to be what is called a clever girl--there are too many of that sort now!