"It is not love that matters, Mistress Boy, it is what you choose to do with it. What’d you choose to do with yours?"

“Our need is so desperate an idea, a thing, a law can't help us. It took one thing, the gift of gifts, God in the flesh, to rescue us.”

“Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace.”

Source : Delmore Schwartz (1967). “Selected Poems (1938-1958): Summer Knowledge”, p.54, New Directions Publishing

“We raise our voices in holy gladness to celebrate the victory of the risen Christ over the terrible forces of death”

“Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.”

Source : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1872). “The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Author's complete ed”, p.638

“A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.”

“By itself, an ordinary snapshot is no less banal than the petite madeleine in Proust's In Search of Lost Time... but as goad to memory, it is often the first integer in a sequence of recollections that has the power to deny time for the sake of love.”

“I thought it would be quite a challenge to direct a mystery thriller. I hadn't really done something like that.”

“But even friendship like our heroes' Exist no more; for we've outgrown All sentiments and deem men zeroes-- Except of course ourselves alone. We all take on Napoleon's features, And millions of our fellow creatures Are nothing more to us than tools... Since feelings are for freaks and fools. Eugene, of course, had keen perceptions And on the whole despised mankind, Yet wasn't, like so many, blind; And since each rule permits exceptions, He did respect a noble few, And, cold himself, gave warmth its due.”