... One Pets What One Degrades; And

The Only Creative Power I Know Is That Of What Might Roughly Be Called 'love'; Not Of Course A Sentimental Love: A Far More Impersonal And Less Individual Emotion. I Sometimes Think That Migratory Birds May Have It For Each Other. They Fly In The Same Direction, And Have Never Been Seen To Interfere With Each Other's Flights.

Love Comes Into Your Being Like A Tidal Wave ... Sometimes It Withdraws Like A Wave, Till There Isn't Such A Thing As A Pool Left, And Every Bit Of Your Heart Is As Dry As Seaweed Beyond The Wave's Reach.

She Believed In Letting Children Have A Certain Amount Of Rope, And Only Intervened At The Last Moment, In Order To Prevent Their Hanging Themselves By It.

What Are So Mysterious As The Eyes Of A Child?

Feelings Change Facts.