Life In Common Among People Who Love

It Is A Mistake To Regard Age As A Downhill Grade Toward Dissolution. The Reverse Is True. As One Grows Older, One Climbs With Surprising Strides.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age.

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.