The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry the philosophy which does...
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep too grave to...
Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly but we...
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.
