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.

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

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

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 all to you again; and yet you must also give them to me, for they are things in which without you I am wanting. But together we can make them.

Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.

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.