A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
Rupert Brooke

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
Rupert Brooke

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
Rupert Brooke

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Rupert Brooke

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Rupert Brooke

We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
Rupert Brooke