It is difficult to say anything more general about the inequalities inimical to love, because different kinds of disparities can inhibit or kill conversation, depending on the kind of conversation it is.

Sometimes one person is too slow, like Bruce, or too silly, like Mr. Collins, or too desperate to impress, like Miss Bingley, or too puffed up and

The antidote to envy is one's own work. Always one's own work. Not the thinking about it. Not the assessing of it. But the doing of it… [T]he work itself. It drives the spooks away.

-Bonnie Friedman

I am grateful for progress.

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” - Rumi

"There is no way to happiness - happiness is the way." - Thich Nhat Hahn

It would be odd to say that the conversation of love “progresses,” as if it were a scientific discipline or a child working her way through units in a grade school math class. Sometimes love’s discussions are exchanges of expressions of affection, or bouts of repartee so piquant that their patter is elevated into verbal art, as in Cavell’s comedies

How long is the conversation of love?

Nothing less than everlasting would be enough. Not all loves do endure, but it is essential to love that we believe it will, that we want it to, because an orientation toward eternity is part and parcel of what it is to have fai

Kurt Vonnegut, talking about when he tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope:

“Oh, she says well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of b