Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Good Demeter mothering keeps a child in the heat and passion of life which immortalize and establish soulfulness. Mothering involves not only physical survival and achievement—Demeter's grain and fruit—it is also concerned with guiding a child to his or her unknown depths and the mystery of fate.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.