Life’s enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
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Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.
If you want to know your true opinion of someone, watch the effect produced in you by the first sight of a letter from him.
The fundament upon which all our knowledge and learning rests is the inexplicable.
A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Music is the melody whose text is the world.