And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And wit's the noblest frailty of the mind.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted shortcuts to love.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

Love is love's reward.