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There Is A Proper Balance Between Not Asking Enough Of Oneself And Asking Or Expecting Too Much.

I Am Realizing Once And For All The Difference As Far As I Am Concerned Of Women And Men And The Necessity For Both. With A Man, However Tender He Is, One Is Feeding Him - One Is Always And Eternally Understanding, Mothering, Supplying Him With Faith In Himself (not In You).

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!

Loneliness Is The Poverty Of Self; Solitude Is The Richness Of Self.

Am I Too Old, Perhaps, Ever To Take In Another's Life To Share With Mine On A Permanent Basis? If So, I Must Make Do With What I Have... And What I Have Is A Great Richness Of Friends And A Positively Ardent Love Of Nature. Not Nothing!