So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

What we do battle with is so small, what battles us is so large.

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.

And isn't the whole world yours? For how often you set it on fire with your love and saw it blaze and burn up and secretly replaced it with another world while everyone slept. You felt in such complete harmony with God, when every morning you asked him for a new earth, so that all the ones he had made could have their turn. You thought it would be shabby to save them and repair them; you used them up and held out your hands, again and again, for more world. For your love was equal to everything.

That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.

Love the questions, themselves.

A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development.