"…One may smile, and smile, and be a villain."
"He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted. This is a special kind of longing. The boy reading the fairy-tale desires and is happy in the very fact of desiring."
"When life was so short and there was so much to do it was a sinful thing to have breakfast a minute after half-past eight."
"It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it."
"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
"I can’t stand my own mind."
"Life is the farce we are all forced to endure."
"He put his mouth over mine crushing it—some kisses seem to draw the very soul out of one’s body—his do mine. I feel all my heart swooning at the touch of his mouth—my soul dies a hundred million deaths when his breath is on my face and neck."