“Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?”
“The books we think we ought to read are poky, dull, and dry;The books that we would like to read we are ashamed to buy;The books that people talk about we never can recall;And the books that people give us, oh, they're the worst of all.”
“Criticism is an act of love. We can never learn those people we love, but we can learn about them in such ways as to perceive more clearly that unfathomable, mysterious core that is the source of their beauty.”
“We never find what we set out hearts on. We ought to be glad of that.”
“We are not judicious in love; we do not select those whom we ought to love, but those whom we cannot help loving.”
“We love ourselves notwithstanding our faults, and we ought to love our friends in like manner.”