One Faces The Future With One's Past.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Fatalism Is A False Premise. What Will Be Is Not Necessarily What Must Be.

There Is No Beauty Without Order.

I Know That The Only Completely Happy Life For Man And For Woman Is Their Life, First Together, And Then With Their Children. I Am A Firm Believer That No Marriage Can Be Really Happy, And No Home A Happy One For The Children As Well, Unless Man Puts Woman First And Woman Puts Man First, Each For The Other The Giver Of Every Good Gift. Children Are The Fruit Of This Total Love.

The Greatest Problem That War Leaves, In A Man, Is How To Recapture Reality. That's Because War Is Unreal.