It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.
Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?
Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!
if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.
If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.