The noble simplicity in the works of nature only too often originates in the noble shortsightedness of him who observes it.
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.
