So While He Made You Without You,

There Are Wolves Within, And There Are Sheep Without.

Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake And Then Subsides. And When It Subsides You Have To Make A Decision. You Have To Work Out Whether Your Roots Have Become So Entwined Together That It Is Inconceivable That You Should Ever Part. Because This Is What Love Is. Love Is Not Breathlessness, It Is Not Excitement, It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being In Love Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

In Doing What We Ought We Deserve No Praise, Because It Is Our Duty.

Free Curiosity Is Of More Value In Learning Than Harsh Discipline.

Indeed, Man Wishes To Be Happy Even When He So Lives As To Make Happiness Impossible.