Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

The comic spirit is given to us in order that we may analyze, weigh, and clarify things in us which nettle us, or which we are outgrowing, or trying to reshape

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Ninety-nine per cent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.

And we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead,