We all to some extent meet again and again the same people and certainly in some cases form a kind of family of two or three or more persons who come together life after life until all passionate relations are exhausted, the child of one life the husband, wife, brother, sister of the next. Sometimes, however, a single relationship will repeat itself, turning its revolving wheel again and again.

On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

People are responsible for their opinions, but Providence is responsible for their morals.

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

Love comes in at the eye.