Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.
When a child is born the mother also is born again.
Every shot that kills ricochets.
Tomorrow is no man's gift.
In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve. Secrecy means evasion, and evasion means a problem to the moral mind.