My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird
I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
— George Eliot
“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved.
I am not sure that you are of the same kind.
But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”