Inventions have long since reached their limit, and I see no hope for >>
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp >>
Reason is a faculty far larger than mere objective force. When either >>
To be able to say how much love, is love but little. >>
If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to >>
We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, o >>
Love does not just sit there, like a stone; it had to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.