“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”

“I want to do everything in the world with you.”

“At first I was surprised and confused; then as he lay in his house and didn't move or breathe or speak hour upon hour it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested--interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which everyone has some vague right at the end.”

“I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.”

“Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.”

“I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”