Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

I love the thrill of the game and the competition.

How can I provide a relationship which this person may use for his own personal growth?

We can do anything we want to if we stick to it long enough.

The world has the habit of making room for the man whose actions show that he knows where he is going

What is your native language?

Not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.