Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?

The suffering of a loved one was in many ways worse than one's one suffering because it left one feeling so very helpless.

I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

I do beg you to have some regard for my pride. A million years? I assure you I would stop asking after the first thousand.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

And of course the word love has many shades of meaning, as do many, many of the words in our living, breathing language