Nobody works as hard for his money as the man who marries it.
Man is an idea and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as...
We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now...
Truth like light blinds. Falsehood on the contrary is a beautiful...
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.
