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.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.

Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.

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

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.