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.

The happy and efficient people in this world are those who accept trouble as a normal detail of human life and resolve to capitalize it when it comes along.

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From wonder into wonder existence opens.

One faces the future with one's past.

The mark of an educated mind is the ability to entertain a thought without accepting it.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.