the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

clothes, after all, are a form of self-expression.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.

[On homosexuality:] Our love may be faithful even unto death and beyond - yet the world will call it unclean.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)