Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving. – Khalil Gibran
If a man has been his mothers undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling, the confidence in success, which not seldom brings actual success along with it. – Sigmund Freud
