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Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
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.
The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the read more
The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love.' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.
I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".
I remember committing myself to make it in the garbage business, "whatever it takes!".
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him read more
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.