I sincerely believe that the word relationships is the key to the prospect of a decent world. It seems abundantly clear that every problem you will have – in your family, in your work, in our nation, or in this world – is essentially a matter of relationships, of interdependence.
In relationships, even when you’re right, sometimes you’re wrong.
I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.
There’s a lid for every pot.
It may be true of all relationships, not only between fathers and sons, but between men and women. Nothing seems fixed. Everything is always changing. We seem to have very little control over our emotional life.
It is sad that my emotional dependence on the man I love should have killed so much of my energy and ability; there was certainly once a great deal of energy in me.
Follow a shadow, it still flies you, Seem to fly, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you: Let her alone, she will court you. Say are not women truly, then, Styled but the shadows of men?
Do proper homage to thine idol’s eyes; But not too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes; Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise.
Courtship consists in a number of quiet attentions, not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as not to be understood.
We are negative in our relationships with that which is of a higher potential than we are; and we are positive in our relationships with that which has a lower potential. This is a relationship which is in a perpetual state of flux, and which varies at every separate point at which we make our