Aujourd'hui maman est morte. Ou peut-etre hier, je ne sais pas.

Nous nous trompons toujours deux fois sur ceux que nous aimons: d'abord a leur avantage, puis a leur desavantage.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

Ye come and go incessant; we remain Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past; Be reverent, ye who flit and are forgot, Of faith so nobly realized as this.

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their carved names the raindrop plows.