The Fate Of Love Is That It

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As Ready To Suppose Himself Fascinating As A Man Of Twenty.

Dreams Are Large Possessions ... They Are An Expansion Of Life, An Enlightenment, And A Discipline. I Thank God For My Dream Life; My Daily Life Would Be Far Poorer, If It Wanted The Second Sight Of Dreams.

Laughter Is Always Fatal To Feeling.