More Belongs To Marriage Than

Perhaps The Same Bird Echoed Through Both Of Us Yesterday, Seperate, In The Evening.

I Think Of You Often, Dear, And With Such Concentrated Wishes That It Really Must Help You In Some Way.

Don't Observe Yourself Too Closely. Don't Be Too Quick To Draw Conclusions From What Happens To You; Simply Let It Happen.

A Good Marriage Is That In Which Each Appoints The Other Guardian Of His Solitude

Whoever Has No House Now, Will Never Have One. Whoever Is Alone Will Stay Alone, Will Sit, Read, Write Long Letters Through The Evening, And Wander On The Boulevards, Up And Down, Restlessly, While Dry Leaves Are Blowing.