Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

In Deference To Such Spectacular Carnage It Is Perhaps Perverse To Dwell Upon One Person's Death, But We Are Creatures So Constituted That The Passing Of One Friend Or One Acquaintance Has A Profounder Effect That That Of 100,000 Strangers. If There Is Any Metaphorical Truth In The Jewish Proverb That He Who Saves One Life Saves The Whole World, Then There Is Equal Metaphorical Truth In The Proposition That When One Person Dies, The Whole World Dies With Them.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms. You Blush In Each Other's Presence, You Both Hover In Places Where You Expect The Other To Pass, You Are Both A Little Tongue-tied, You Both Laugh Inexplicably And Too Long, You Become Quite Nauseatingly Girlish, And He Becomes Quite Ridiculously Gallant. You Have Also Grown A Little Stupid.

It's Stupid To Claim That One Human Being Is Special, Or Picked Out By God, When In Fact There Are Hundreds Of Millions Of Human Beings In The World, And God Knows How Many Millions Of People Long Dead Who Have Been Lost To History, All Of Whom Were Probably Special To Someone.

We Have Roots That Grow Towards Each Other Underground. And When All The Pretty Blossom Has Fallen From Our Branches We Find That We Are One Tree And Not Two.

Beauty Is Precious, You See, And The More Beautiful Something Is, The More Precious It Is; And The More Precious It Is The More It Hurts Us That It Will Fade Away; And The More We Are Hurt By Beauty, The More We Love The World.