Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.

Error always addresses the passions and prejudices; truth scorns such mean intrigue, and only addresses the understanding and the conscience.

Error always addresses the passions and prejudices; truth scorns such mean intrigue, and only addresses the understanding and the conscience.

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.

To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be read more

To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and never ever try to understand her !.

Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.

Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.

Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.