Love loves to love love.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.

[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.

I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names. Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.