Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.
I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.
It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.
I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness.
An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake.
I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.
He couldn't figure out if she was immensely well adjusted or seriously messed up.
Living in New York City gives people real incentives to want things that nobody else wants.
The moment a man begins to talk about technique that's proof that he is fresh out of ideas.