Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too youngùso have patience with it!
Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too youngùso have patience with it!
How COULD they endure my happiness, if I did not put around it accidents, and winter-privations, and bear-skin caps, and enmantling snowflakes!
The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. æBehold, just now the world became perfect!Æùthus thinks every woman when she obeys out of entire love. And women must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. ManÆs disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.
When we begin to understand we grow polite, happy, ingenuous.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories