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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.
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, read more
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.
Love builds bridges where there are none.
Love builds bridges where there are none.
I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm read more
I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm putting so much into it.
Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.
Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets read more
And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy-time.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its read more
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as read more
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
