She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

That's all the freedom we can hope for - the freedom to choose our prison.

Let your spirit soar to heaven with it whenever you use it, like the bird who once bore it.

Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.