Love Is A Virtue; It Grows Stronger

I Am Alone. There Is No God Where I Am.

The Few Love Affairs Which Had Come My Way Had Been Rather Silly And Sordid. They Had Not Revealed The Possibilities Of Love; In Fact I Had Thought It A Somewhat Overrated Pleasure, A Brief And Brutal Blindness With Boredom And Disgust Hard On Its Heels.

To Me, Every Dirty Act Was Simply A Sacrament Of Sin, A Passionately Religious Protest Against Christianity, Which Was For Me The Symbol Of All Vileness, Meanness, Treachery, Falsehood And Oppression.

The Most Delicious Sensation Of All Is The Re-birth Of Healthy Human Love. Spring Coming Back To Earth!

The Man Who Denounces Life Merely Defines Himself As The Man Who Is Unequal To It.