It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face. – Robert Louis Stevenson
What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens
No one knows men as such, any more than anyone knows women, and if they do generalise theyre probably trying to hide their own ignorance. You might know one man, yes, or even lots of individual men. – Julie Burchill
