I Love Not To Be Choked With

What Destroys Us Most Effectively Is Not A Malign Fate But Our Own Capacity For Self-deception And For Degrading Our Own Best Self.

The Nature O' Things Doesn't Change, Though It Seems As If One's Own Life Was Nothing But Change.

... When One's Outward Lot Is Perfect, The Sense Of Inward Imperfection Is The More Pressing.

For What Is Love Itself, For The One We Love Best? An Enfolding Of Immeasurable Cares Which Yet Are Better Than Any Joys Outside Our Love.

Better A False Belief Than No Belief At All.