I Gave Up Caring About Anything, And

I Bless The Rising Sun Each Day, And, As Before, My Heart Sings To Meet It, But Now I Love Even More Its Setting, Its Long Slanting Rays & The Soft Tender Gentle Memories That Come With Them...’ -father Zossima

Drowning Men, It Is Said, Cling To Wisps Of Straw.

... You Can Never Be Sure Of What Has Passed Between Husband And Wife Or Lover And Mistress.

To Love Is To Suffer And There Can Be No Love Otherwise.

Happiness Does Not Lie In Happiness, But In The Achievement Of It.