Love Has No Age, No

A Man Is The Sum Of His Actions, Of What He Has Done, Of What He Can Do, Nothing Else.

Looking Back On The Long-stretched-out Body Of One's Work, It Is Interesting To Mark The Endless Duel Fought Within A Man Between The Emotional And Critical Sides Of His Nature, First One, Then The Other, Getting The Upper Hand, And Too Seldom Fusing Till The Result Has The Mellowness Of Full Achievement. One Can Even Tell The Nature Of One's Readers, By Their Preference For The Work Which Reveals More Of This Side Than Of That.

Only Love Makes Fruitful The Soul.

It Isn't Enough To Love People Because They're Good To You, Or Because In Some Way Or Other You're Going To Get Something By It. We Have To Love Because We Love Loving.

He Might Wish And Wish And Never Get It - The Beauty And The Loving In The World!