Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld
[L]et us linger awhile in the wonderful old Lilac walk. It is a glory of tender green and shaded amethyst and grateful hum of bees, the very voice of Spring. – Alice Morse Earle, “In Lilac Tide,” Old-Time Gardens Newly Set Forth, 1901