Yet not with all of me am I in love. Too much of my own quietness is with me.

And there shall be a flame-green daybreak soon. And love itself will cry for insurrection! For tomorrow is also a day - and Titus has entered his stronghold.

This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

There is a brotherhood among the kindly- Closer and defter and more integral- Than any of aisle or coven- For love rang out before the chapel bell

I am clever enough to know that I am clever.

It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible

Cold love’s the loveliest love of all. So clear, so crisp, so empty. In short, so civilized.