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The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the read more
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the house of entertainment.
If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
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.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought read more
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
The social kiss is an exchange of insincerity between two combatants on the field of social advancement. It places hygiene read more
The social kiss is an exchange of insincerity between two combatants on the field of social advancement. It places hygiene before affection and condescension before all else.
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.
Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.
