It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.
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.
We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight 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.
Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.