I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength,

There Is Something Intrinsically Wrong About Letters. For One Thing They Are Not Instantaneous. ... Nor Is This The Only Trouble About Letters. They Do Not Arrive Often Enough. A Letter Which Has Been Passionately Awaited Should Be Immediately Supplemented By Another One, To Counteract The Feeling Of Flatness That Comes Upon Us When The Agonizing Delights Of Anticipation Have Been Replaced By The Colder Flood Of Fulfilment.

There Is Nothing More Lovely In Life Than The Union Of Two People Whose Love For One Another Has Grown Through The Years, From The Small Acorn Of Passion, Into A Great Rooted Tree

It Isn't That I Don't Like Sweet Disorder, But It Has To Be Judiciously Arranged.

April, The Angel Of The Months, The Young Love Of The Year.

The Wise Traveler Is He Who Is Perpetually Surprised.