“ It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved. ”
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
~ François De La Rochefoucauld
No persons are more frequently wrong, than those who will not admit they are wrong.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.
