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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.