Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Romanticism is not just a mode; it literally eats into every life. Women will never get rid of just waiting for the right man.

You can never betray the people who are dead.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

And without understanding, could each properly love the other?