Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

I Thought, There Goes My Lord, Whom I Was Born To Follow. I Have Found A King. And, I Said To Myself, Looking After Him As He Walked Away, I Will Have Him, If I Die For It.

Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.