Ecstasy cannot be constant, or it would kill.

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.

The events of childhood do not pass but repeat themselves like seasons of the year.

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

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

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

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.