No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.

Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.

Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love is the hand that takes the curtain down, a stronger hand than fear, which hung it up. For all the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.

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

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.

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