It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

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

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental.