Leave me, before I get over the wall & slay you. - Jerome K. Jerome

Nobody ever loved as he loves, and so, of course, the rest of the world's experience can be no guide in his case.

All is vanity and everybody's vain. Women are terribly vain. So are men — more so, if possible.

From the dim woods on either bank, Night’s ghostly army, the grey shadows, creep out with noiseless tread to chase away the lingering rear-guard of the light, and pass, with noiseless, unseen feet, above the waving river-grass, and through the sighing rushes; and Night, upon her sombre throne, folds her black wings above the darkening world, and, from her phantom palace, lit by the pale stars, reigns in stillness.