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Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.
Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.
The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
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.
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, read more
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
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.
