In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received..

Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love ….

Morning has broken Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird..

And he loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in thei….

Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble..

It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself..

It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing..

Dropt tears have hastened your decay, And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden brea….

He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness….

I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them ….

He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their ki….

Praise with elation Praise every morning Spring's re-creation Of the First Day!.

There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, And Peter li….

We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them..

In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet, They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!.

No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning..

Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots..

On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some; to others they are dumb..

Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill..

All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love..

The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year..