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Is there any one maxim which ought to be acted upon throughout one's whole life? Surely the maxim of loving read more
Is there any one maxim which ought to be acted upon throughout one's whole life? Surely the maxim of loving kindness is such: Do not unto others what you would not they should do unto you.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
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.
Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.
Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up.
Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more
Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.
It has taken me all my life to understand it is not necessary to understand everything.
It has taken me all my life to understand it is not necessary to understand everything.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
