The Elements Were "seeking" Each Other In

One Was Born A Certain Sort Of Person, And Though By Ceasless Struggle One Might Become As Nice As That Sort Of Person Ever Is, One Could Never Become As Nice As A Nicer Sort Of Person.

To Know Perfect Happiness A Woman May Be A Mother, But Must Be A Grandmother.

He Had Discovered That The Choice Between Self-love Or Love Of Something Other Than Self Offers No Escape From Suffering Either Way, It Is Merely A Choice Between Two Woundings, Of The Pride Or Of The Heart.

If You Lose Your Reason, You Lose It Into The Hands Of God....it's The Only Place Where Anything Is Safe. And When You're Dead It's Only What's There You'll Have. Nothing Else.

The Lovers Of Life, They Are Children At Heart Always In Their Wonder And Delight, But They Do Not Grab.