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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.