An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, read more

An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.

Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't read more

Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't have one without the other.

You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.

You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.

Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure, and express your pleasure strongly.

Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure, and express your pleasure strongly.

Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.

Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do read more

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.