R. Browning.
"It looks like a waste of life, that mowing down of our best years by a relentless passion which itself falls dead on the top of them. But it is not so. Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence which will risk nothing, and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well. No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having once in a lifetime 'let out all the length of the reins.'"
Red Pottage, Mary Cholmondeley.
SEPTEMBER 3
"If we still love those we lose, can we altogether lose those we love?"
The Newcomes, Thackeray.
"They that love beyond the World cannot be separated by it.
"Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship.
"If Absence be not Death, neither is it theirs.