"A black cat among roses,phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.It is dazed with moonlight,contented with perfume..."
"You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow"
"For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives."
"Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in."
"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,And posting it."
"For books are more than books, they are the lifeThe very heart and core of ages past,The reason why men lived and worked and died,The essence and quintessence of their lives."