In Even The Happiest Love Story, The

Lack Of Reciprocity Ruins Friendships, But Makes Love Affairs Exciting For A Time.

Love Begins With An Image; Lust With A Sensation.

Loving, Not The Beloved, Is The Joy Of Love. The Beloved, Knowing This, Most Resolutely Declines To Be Grateful.

Wisdom Cannot Prevent A Fall, But May Cushion It.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.