When love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.
Francois de La RochefoucauldYouth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.
Francois de La RochefoucauldWhen love becomes labored we welcome an act of infidelity towards ourselves to free us from fidelity.
Francois de La RochefoucauldYouth changes its tastes by the warmth of its blood; age retains its tastes by habit.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld