An untidy, badly run house will ruin any marriage and is a disgrace to any intelligent woman.
The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, can persist even after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared.
A man's longest purposes will be his best purposes. It is true, life is short and uncertain; but it is better to live on the short arc of a large circle than to describe the whole circumference of a small circle.
The greatest threat to public confidence in elections in this case is the prospect of enforcing a purposefully discriminatory law, one that likely imposes an unconstitutional poll tax and risks denying the right to vote to hundreds of thousands of eligible voters.
I can't make you love me, but you can't keep me from loving you.