The body is the temple of the heart. How shall we reach the sacred image unless we enter the gates?

I knew that the tears of adults were wetter, saltier, and much, much sadder than those of a child.

It is always pleasant to divulge a secret under dramatic circumstances.

...she grasped the terrible truth that love can never be compelled, from man, from sprite, from beast; that one who loves, however she longs for requital, however long she waits, may receive in return the reverse of what she gives, the dark side of the moon.

But age became him as it did the oaks and the cedars.

I knew that the tears of adults were wetter, saltier, and much, much sadder than those of a child

A man’s love for a man is neither more nor less than a man’s love for a woman, it is only different.

There ought to be laughter in love. But there also ought to be wonder.