That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

The heart wants what it wants – or else it does not care.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power.