Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream: a cold, clear night made brilliant by a glorious star, the smell of incense, shepherds and wise men falling to their knees in adoration of the sweet baby, the incarnation of perfect love.

I am looking for a lot of men who have an infinite capacity to not know what can't be done.

A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness, as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men - and people in general.