It is as though the leaves from the tree of my life had all dropped on the ground--nay, as though my own guilty hand had torn them from the stem." "I have but now come home from a right merry company! It is of a truth a merciful fashion which turns night into day.

Yes, Margery, for one whose first desire is to forget many matters, this Paris is a place of delight.

I have drunk deep of the wine-cup, but I would call any man villain who should say that I am drunk.

Can I not write as well as ever another--and this I know, that if I sold myself it was not cheap.

It has cost me my love, and whereas it was great the void is great to fill.