In necessary things, unity; in doubtful things, liberty; in all things, charity.

In necessary things, unity; in doubtful things, liberty; in all things, charity.

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.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

It is unfortunate, considering that enthusiasm moves the world, that so few enthusiasts can be trusted to speak the truth.

It is unfortunate, considering that enthusiasm moves the world, that so few enthusiasts can be trusted to speak the truth.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation.

I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance read more

As clouds are blown away by the wind, the thirst for material pleasures will be driven away by the utterance of the Lord's name.

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.