Every man's life (and … every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal … love is a… — Eleanor Farjeon

I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them all to you again; and yet you must also give them to me, for they are things in which without you I am wanting. But together we can make them.

Romance gathers round an old story like lichen on an old branch. And the story of Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard is so old now — some say a year old, some say even two. How can the children be expected to remember?

Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.