It’s a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.
Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a glass that ran;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;Summer, with flowers that fell;Remembrance, fallen from heaven,And madness risen from...
I don’t think I could bear it. You’re everything to me, Elizabeth.
Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.
It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory
Never shame your comrades by letting their death get you killed