Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition

It Isn't Enough To Love People Because They're Good To You, Or Because In Some Way Or Other You're Going To Get Something By It. We Have To Love Because We Love Loving.

When A Forsyte Was Engaged, Married, Or Born, The Forsytes Were Present; When A Forsyte Diedbut No Forsyte Had As Yet Died; They Did Not Die; Death Being Contrary To Their Principles, They Took Precautions Against It, The Instinctive Precautions Of Highly Vitalised Persons Who Resent Encroachments On Their Property.

Come! Let Us Lay A Lance In Rest, And Tilt At Windmills Under A Wild Sky! For Who Would Live So Petty And Unblest That Dare Not Tilt At Something Ere He Die; Rather Than, Screened By Safe Majority, Preserve His Little Life To Little End, And Never Raise A Rebel Cry!

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

The Value Of A Sentiment Is The Amount Of Sacrifice You Are Prepared To Make For It.