She hated him because he discovered that her lark was a crow. He hated her because she unlocked the cage of his beast.
"Who art thou?"
"Friendship."
"I am Love; let us travel together."
"Yes—for a day's journey; then thou arrivest at thy grave."
"And thou?"
"I go as far as the grave of Advantage."
Look far enough ahead and always thou shalt see the domes and spires of the City of Contentment.
You would say of that old man: "He is bald and bent." No; in the presence of Death he uncovers and bows.
If you saw Love pictured as clad in furs you would smile. Yet every year has its winter.