As to the most prudent logicians might venture to deduce from a skein of wool the probable existence of a sheep; so you, from the raw stuff of perception, may venture to deduce a universe which transcends the reproductive powers of your loom.
No ends, simply means.
Find your happiness in yourself.
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.
The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.
Some tension is necessary for the soul to grow, and we can put that tension to good use. We can look for every opportunity to give and receive love, to appreciate nature, to heal our wounds and the wounds of others, to forgive, and to serve.
I go every year to the Huvafen Fushi in the Maldives and it's spectacular.
The English lord marries for love, and is rather inclined to love where money is.
Finding a balance, that's what we're all trying to do.