To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

Nobody with any real sense of humor *can* write a love story. . . . Shakespeare is the exception that proves the rule. (90-91)

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.

Nothing worth while is every easy come by.

I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.

The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?

I suppose it was a romantic was to perish... for a mouse