“Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.”
“To love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.”
“Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.”
“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.”
“There may be a wrong way to do the right thing, but never a right way to do a wrong thing.”
“True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her, and he will never speak of it.”