There May Be Wonder In

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

As For Death, One Gets Used To It, Even If It Is Only Other People Is Death You Get Used To.

If Death Becomes Cheap It Is The Watcher, Not The Dying, Who Is Poisoned.

Why Do Birds Sing In The Morning? It's The Triumphant Shout: 'we Got Through Another Night!'

After Forty Years Of Marriage We Still Stood With Broken Swords In Our Hands.