Relationships and Family

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.

It is impossible to read the daily press without being diverted from reality. You are full of enthusiasm for the eternal verities life is worth living, and then out of sinful curiosity you open a newspaper. You are disillusioned and wrecked.

Probably the only project he ever gave up on was me. He tried to give me advice, but he

A life directed chiefly toward the fulfillment of personal desires will sooner or later always lead to bitter disappointment.

When Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps.

It is no use telling me that there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

How else but through a broken heart

Something was dead in each of us,

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

He did not wear his scarlet coat,

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Why don’t you come up sometime, and see me?

Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori

Nunc scio quid sit Amor.

Latet anguis in herba.

Agnosco veteris vestigia flammae.