“Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
That ’t is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.”

“A youth to whom was given
So much of earth—so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.”

“Not so much, so much be lost, just
To see the hue, grace, glory gone
Off the face of my beloved
As I’d wake and be conscious.”

“Suvrin had a little too much of the politician in him. Too much of the kind of mind willing to let an individual go so the rest will not be inconvenienced.”

“By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is,
Infinite, undying.
Lady make note of this --
One of you is lying.”

“I thank God for giving me the grace to suffer; I need it so much!”

“Friendship … flourishes not so much by kindnesses as by sincerity.”

“Heaven unites again the links that Earth has broken!
For on Earth so much is needed, but in Heaven Love is all!”

“No European spring had shown him the same intermixture of delicate grace and passionate depravity that marked the Maryland May. He loved it too much, as though it were Greek and half human.”

“Somehow she had thought of him so much that when she actually saw him again her affection seemed cooler. Had she worn out the passion by dint of constancy?”