Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more

Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

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.".

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.

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.

Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.

Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.