“Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it refl...”

“Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.”

“The mob is a sort of bear while your ring is through its nose it will even dance under your cudgel but should the ring slip and you lose your hold the brute will turn and rend you.”

“The mob is a sort of bear while your ring is through its nose it will even dance under your cudgel but should the ring slip and you lose your hold the brute will turn and rend you.”

“There are many things that make a man irritable when he arrives home from work in the evening and a sensible wife will usually notice the storm-signals and will leave him alone until he simmers down.”

“Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.”

“A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.'Quite often men are fools.”

“Love enters your heart a spark and exists your soul a flame.”

“Forbidden things - my God, I'm drawn to them like a moth to a flame.”

“The Holy One is a flame.”

“He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.”

“He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.”