Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

The world is always young again for just a few moments at the dawn.

I am simply a book drunkard.

That's one splendid thing about such affairs — it's so lovely to look back to them.

That's one of the things we learn as we grow older -- how to forgive. It comes easier at forty than it did at twenty.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.