“The more snuff Frederick took, the more memoirs he wrote. He loved literature, but not enough to let it alone and stop trying to improve it.”

“[T]he more he governs, often the more trouble he gets into. He does not improve; he gets more unpopular, at least with the two-thirds of the country that is very suspicious of him.”

“The boat that took my love away
He sent again to me
To tell me that he would not sleep
Alone beneath the sea.”

“Nothing improves the memory more than trying to forget.”

“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”

“The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.”

“He that loves Gold, starves more, the more he's fed.”

“Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.”

“She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show”

“So Henry Adams, well aware that he could not succeed as a scholar, and finding his social position beyond improvement or need of effort, betook himself to the single ambition which otherwise would scarcely have seemed a true outcome of the college, though it was the last remnant of the old Unitarian supremacy. He took to the pen. He wrote.”