No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.
Walter Savage LandorDeath stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.
Walter Savage LandorGod scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.
Walter Savage Landor