Deep down the US with its space its technological refinement its bluff good conscience even in those spaces which it opens up for simulation is the only remaining primitive society.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
The most virtuous women have something within them something that is never...
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises...
A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower...
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.