And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

A good neighbor sometimes cuts your morning up to mince-meat of the very smallest talk, then helps to sugar her bohea at night with your reputation.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.