Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.