I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.

Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.

Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.