I think that the best way to explain that is that my mother gave me all the color and character and flare and liveliness and my father gave me all the sanity and nature and all the things that helped me be a more rounded human being.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is...
Behind all their personal vanity women themselves always have an impersonal...
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.
