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The story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It read more
The story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes read more
Compassion has no place in the natural order of the world which operates on the basis of necessity. Compassion opposes this order and is therefore best thought of as being in some way supernatural.
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave himself up for her. [Ephesians 5:25].
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave himself up for her. [Ephesians 5:25].
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, read more
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they read more
People may or may not say what they mean ... but they always say something designed to get what they want.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.
