When you're a father in a marriage you sort of become the mother's assistant. And you sort of get a list from her every day and you run down the list and it feels very much like a chore.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart or its flame burns low.
Pride slays thanksgiving but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks...
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom but it is always on her heart.
It's not the work which kills people it's the worry. It's not the revolution...
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.
