“In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.”
“Are you a man?'' The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ''I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?”
“No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.”
“I do not regret one moment of my life.”
“Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight”
“I am but little disposed to put things in writing. One almost always regrets doing so.”