Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.
I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.
Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.