Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.

There is no delight the equal of dread

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.