It's All Life Is. Just Going 'round

Tireless Passion, Fierce Jealousy, Longing To Possess And Crush-these Alone Were Left Of All His Love For Rosalind; These Remained To Him As Payment For The Loss Of His Youth-bitter Calomel Under The Thin Sugar Of Love's Exaltation.

She Was Beautiful - But Especially She Was Without Mercy.

To Create Souls In Men, To Create Fine Happiness And Fine Despair She Must Remain Deeply Proud - Proud To Be Inviolate, Proud Also To Be Melting, To Be Passionate And Possessed.

It Takes Two To Make An Accident.

I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires.