Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.
Being in love is an exhausting business.