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.

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 starshave no number and the sea no rest.

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.

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

Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.

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.