Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

No evil is without its compensation. The less money, the less trouble; the less favor, the less envy. Even in read more

No evil is without its compensation. The less money, the less trouble; the less favor, the less envy. Even in those cases which put us out of wits, it is not the loss itself, but the estimate of the loss that troubles us.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.

Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.