“As for me, I longed to love as some people long to cry. I felt that every hour I slept now would be an hour stolen from life.”

“If I open this envelope fifty years from now, I will be again as I am now and there will be no being old for me. There's a long, long time yet before fifty years...millions of hours of time. But one hour has gone already since I sat here...one hour less to live...one hour gone away from all the hours of my life.”

“I realize that long hours of reading are not for every one but I have never ceased to be grateful that they are for me.”

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” Chase asked.“I sleep.” Not much.“How long since you’ve slept more than an hour here and there?”“I do not require a mother.”Chase lifted a brow. “Perhaps a wife, then?”Bourne wished Chase were in the damn ring, too.”

“My whole life long I learn'd to love,This hour my utmost art I prove.And speak my passion—— heaven or hell?She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well!”

“If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.”