Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

Though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.

The moment of a miracle is unending lightning.