The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The first step is what I like to be sure of ... to the second step it often binds you.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
if a thing is to be done, there is no time like the hour that has not struck.
What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.