Love Is The Most Selfish Of All

Are There Not Some Places Where We Seem To Breathe Sadness? — Why, We Cannot Tell. It Is A Chain Of Recollections — An Idea Which Carries You Back To Other Times, To Other Places — Which, Very Likely, Have No Connection With The Present Time And Place.

Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves Is Holy.

I Am Hungry, Feed Me; I Am Bored, Amuse Me.

We Must Never Expect Discretion In First Love: It Is Accompanied By Such Excessive Joy That Unless The Joy Is Allowed To Overflow, It Will Choke You.

True, I Have Raped History, But It Has Produced Some Beautiful Offspring.