To Be In Love Is Not The

There Is No Explaining Anything By Reasoning And So It Is Useless To Reason.

I Swear To You Gentlemen, That To Be Overly Conscious Is A Sickness, A Real, Thorough Sickness.

Is There In The Whole World A Being Who Would Have The Right To Forgive And Could Forgive?

To Love Someone Means To See Him As God Intended Him.

In Such Situations, Of Course, People Don't Nurse Their Anger Silently, They Moan Aloud; But These Are Not Frank, Straightforward Moans, There Is A Kind Of Cunning Malice In Them, And That's The Whole Point. Those Very Moans Express The Sufferer's Delectation; If He Did Not Enjoy His Moans, He Wouldn't Be Moaning.