One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
Love is always being given where it is not required.
Charm in most men and nearly all women is a decoration.
One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.
One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
