“Nothing is so beautiful as Spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush”

“Nothing wrong with shooting… as long as the right people get shot.”

“Nothing reopens the springs of love so fully as absence, and no absence so thoroughly as that which must needs be endless.”

“I remember now how our bright spring green deepened.
With the years the seasons changed,
And we were lush as the underside of August.”

“The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.”

“For roses also blossom on the thorn,
And the fair lily springs from loathsome weed.”

“How mysterious it is, to be in love. For you can be in love with one who knows nothing of you. Perhpas our greatest happinesses spring from such longings-being in love with one who is oblivious of you.”

“Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,
But only to the spring and summer known.”

“Even in that pale light I could see that she was more beautiful than ever, the black shadow of her hair framing a face I had seen every night in the misery of sleep for so long. Those deep brown eyes still had that hungry look when they watched mine and the lush fullness of her mouth glistened with a damp warmth of invitation.”

“The green shoots of economic spring are appearing once again.”