The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.
We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.
On Hallowe'en the old ghosts come about us, and they speak to some; to others they are dumb.
It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.
Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.
All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.