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

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

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.

Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these
things cometh the wrath of God upon read more

Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these
things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more

The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.

The only thing that holds a marriage together is the husband being big enough to keep his mouth shut, to read more

The only thing that holds a marriage together is the husband being big enough to keep his mouth shut, to step back and see where his wife is wrong.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.