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Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.
Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which read more
I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being.
I have said nothing because there is nothing I can say that would describe how I feel as perfectly as read more
I have said nothing because there is nothing I can say that would describe how I feel as perfectly as you deserve it.
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Love is just a word until it is proven to you.
Love is just a word until it is proven to you.
Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.
Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.
Sometimes I'm asked by kids why I condemn marijuana when I haven't tried it. The greatest obstetricians in the world read more
Sometimes I'm asked by kids why I condemn marijuana when I haven't tried it. The greatest obstetricians in the world have never been pregnant.
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.
