And now you are going too, who could carry my thoughts out of these gray walls, and raise my mind above tapestry and distaffs.

What can I do?
I am of no more use or value than that broken bowstave." "You are of such value to me," he cried, in a whirl of hot, passionate words, "that all else has become nought.

You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.

Oh, Maude, I cannot live without you, I cannot leave you without a word of love.

All is changed to me since I have known you.