Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.

For What Did The Creator Prepare Me,why Did He So Terribly Contradictthe Hopes Of My Youth?

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

I Love Enemies, Though Not In The Christian Way. They Amuse Me, Excite My Blood. Being Always On One’s Guard, Catching Every Glance, The Significance Of Every Word, Guessing At Intentions, Frustrating Their Plots, Pretending To Be Tricked, And Suddenly, With A Shove, Upturning The Whole Enormous And Arduously Built Edifice Of Their Cunning And Schemes—that’s What I Call Life.

You Men Do Not Understand The Delights Of A Glance, Of A Pressure Of The Hand... But As For Me, I Swear To You That, When I Listen To Your Voice, I Feel Such A Deep, Strange Bliss That The Most Passionate Kisses Could Not Take Its Place.