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

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

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.

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.

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.

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other read more

She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.

Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.

Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven't been able to find anybody who'll take read more

Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven't been able to find anybody who'll take what I have to give.