[T]he most comic things of all are exactly the things most worth doing--such as making love.

A few people have ventured to imitate Shakespeare's tragedy. But no audacious spirit has dreamed or dared to imitate Shakespeare's comedy. No one has made any real attempt to recover the loves and the laughter of Elizabethan England. The low dark arches, the low strong pillars upon which Shakespeare's temple rests we can all explore and handle. We can all get into his mere tragedy; we can all explore his dungeon and penetrate into his coal-cellar, but we stretch our hands and crane our necks in vain towards that height where the tall turrets of his levity are tossed towards the sky. Perhaps it is right that this should be so; properly understood, comedy is an even grander thing than tragedy.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

Love is not blind; that is the last thing that it is. Love is bound; and the more it is bound the less it is blind.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.