Love Itself Is What Is Left Over

Man Is A Bird Without Wings And A Bird Is A Man Without Sorrow.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms.

It Seems That Everyone Has Their Own Inexplicable Fear To Have Nightmares About. We Need Nightmares To Keep Ourselves Entertained, And Fend Off The Contentment That We All Fear And Abhor So Much.

Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being "in Love" Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Like Many Men, I Am Not Ashamed To Admit That My Principal Joys Are Domestic. I Love Cooking, And I Love Looking After My Children. Indeed, The Times That I Have With Them Are The Only Ones When I Feel Unconditionally Happy.