It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs. — Thomas Hardy

And at home by the fire, whenever you look up, there I shall be — and whenever I look up, there will be you.

A nice unparticular man.

The sovereign brilliancy of Sirius pierced the eye with a steely glitter, the star called Capella was yellow, Aldebaran and Betelgueux shone with a fiery red. To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement.