Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The

All Of Us Are Mad. If It Weren't For The Fact That Every One Of Us Is Slightly Abnormal, There Wouldn't Be Any Point In Giving Each Person A Separate Name.

A Vague Uneasiness: The Police. It's Like When You Suddenly Understand You Have To Undress In Front Of The Doctor.

Everyone Has, Inside Himself ... What Shall I Call It? A Piece Of Good News! Everyone Is ... A Very Great, Very Important Character.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.