“Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.”

“Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .”

“But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.”

“I am yours, too,” I whispered back, and those several minutes were the happiest in my life, eclipsing everything that came before and everything that has come after.”

“The life and simple beauty of it is too good to pass up”

“He is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the planet, too beautiful for the little people below, too beautiful for me.”