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.

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

Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base, Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb, And lay one flower-capped spray in grace, Without the asking on your cold, Unsmiling and unfrowning face.

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

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.

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

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