Life without love$$$ is no life at all.

Time is flying never to return.

All is for the best in the best of possible worlds.

Of all ghosts$$$ the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

What are we (I ask) but puppets in a show-box? Oh$$$ omnipotent Destiny$$$ pull our strings gently! Dance us mercifully off our miserable little stage!

Being$$$ however$$$ nothing but a woman$$$ condemned to patience$$$ propriety$$$ and petticoats for life$$$ I must respect the house-keeper's opinions and try to compose myself in some feeble and feminine way.

In the faces of men and women$$$ I see God.

You can play a shoestring if you're sincere.

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

The sea will grant each man new hope. The sleep brings dreams of home.