Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
**Henry Ward Beecher
“Someone’s memory becomes a song. And that song becomes someone else’s memory. That’s how the cycle goes, round and round.”
**My Lovely Girl
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”