But when all was said the important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it bec…