The marriage vow is an absurdity imposed by society.
There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.
we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
To be made evident, truth must be sought for; for of itself it is slow to appear, and between ourselves and God the obstacles are so many!