Love Is The Most Selfish Of All

A Weakened Mind Always Sees Everything Through A Black Veil. The Soul Makes Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Dark, Which Is Why You See Such A Cloudy Sky.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.

Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves Is Holy.

If You Wish To Discover The Guilty Person, First Find Out To Whom The Crime Might Be Useful.

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.