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.

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 their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.

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

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

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

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 kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the starshave no number and the sea no rest.