Okay, so we were somewhat early at Heathrow, breaking a bad habit of being the last people to board the plane–just when we hear “passengers Mathias, passengers Mathias.”
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.