I Suppose Books Mean More Than People

Happiness Is The Relief After Extreme Tension

Well, Let It Pass, He Thought; April Is Over, April Is Over. There Are All Kinds Of Love In The World, But Never The Same Love Twice. --the Sensible Thing

I Wasn't Actually In Love, But I Felt A Sort Of Tender Curiosity.

It Isn't Given To Us To Know Those Rare Moments When People Are Wide Open And The Lightest Touch Can Wither Or Heal. A Moment Too Late And We Can Never Reach Them Any More In This World. They Will Not Be Cured By Our Most Efficacious Drugs Or Slain With Our Sharpest Swords.

She Was Overstrained With Grief And Loneliness: Almost Any Shoulder Would Have Done As Well.