Making a choice is like backing a horse - in a hundred years, they may decide you picked wrongly.
Edward CarpenterIN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
Edward CarpenterAnyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.
Edward Carpenter