Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step toward repairing our loss.

The acknowledgment of our weakness is the first step toward repairing our loss.

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.