All the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.

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.

He bent his head and kissed her long and deeply, and in that kiss neither knew themselves, or even each other, but something beyond all consciousness that was both of them.

It seems to me there are no rules, only instances; but perhaps that is because I learned no rules, and am only an instance myself.

Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge.

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.