“A lost love. Deny it who will, ridicule it, treat it as mere imagination and sentiment, the thing is and will be; and women do suffer therefrom, in all its infinite varieties: loss by death, by faithlessness or unworthiness, and by mistaken or unrequited affection.”

“The loss of a thing affects us until we have lost it altogether.”

“The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.”

“Unrequited love is all right in books and things, but in real life, it completely sucks”

“All love is unrequited. All of it.”

“[T]hose who do not love [life] are unworthy of it.”

“It is the mistake of a coxcomb, whose experience of affection is all to come—if it ever comes—to say that women are won by mere good looks. Though it does not owe its birth to them. Gratitude and Vanity are the nurses that rock the cradle of Love.”

“Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.”

“My imagination gave me infinite delight. In recovering what men call reason, do I have to regret the loss of these joys?”

“There are three things men can do with women: love them, suffer them, or turn them into literature.”