“Love, I find, is like singing.”

“When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.”

“Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!”

“He looked like the love thoughts of women.”

“From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.”

“Make the attempt if you want to, but you will find that trying to go through life without friendship, is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.”

“I would like just a little of her sunshine to soak into my soul. I would like that a lot.”