The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order.
Our very hopes belied our fears, our fears our hopes belied;
We thought her dying when she slept, and sleeping when she died.
She would rather fool with a bee than be with a fool.
This isn't a bar for writers with a drinking problem; it's for drinkers with a writing problem. .
.Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved." Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love." Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."