Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts

Love Is Not Breathlessness; It Is Not Excitement; It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being “in Love”, Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

An Adversarial Family Law System Raises The Stakes Unnecessarily High, Exacerbates The Antagonism Of The Couples Concerned, And Is Directly Responsible For Making It Impossible For Couples Who Would Otherwise Have Reconciled To Do So.

So The News That Divorced Fathers Are To Be Denied A Legal Right To A Relationship With Their Children, In The Long Overdue Review Of Family Law Published This Week, Fills Me With Horror And Despair.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms.

God Is An Oppressor, He Is Incapable Of Human Sympathy; Behind A Smiling Face He Hides An Evil Heart.