Thinking That Being A Good, Decent, Respectable

My Aim Is To Understand Love. I Know How Alive I Felt When I Was In Love, And I Know That Everything I Have Now, However Interesting It Might Seem, Doesn't Really Excite Me. But Love Is A Terrible Thing: I've Seen My Girlfriends Suffer And I Don't Want The Same Thing To Happen To Me. [...] Although My Aim Is To Understand Love, And Although I Suffer To Think Of People To Whom I Gave My Heart, I See That Those Who Touched My Heart Failed To Arouse My Body, And That Those Who Aroused My Body Failed To Touch My Heart.

Love Is The Force That Brings Us Back Together, In Order To Condense The Experience Dispersed In Many Lives And Many Parts Of The World.

God Exists Wherever He Is Allowed To Enter.

Perseverance Brings Good Luck.

And With The Passing Years, What Had Once Seemed Like A Miracle Or The Luckiest Of Chances And Which He Had Always Promised Himself He Would Never Become Enslaved By, Has Gradually Become His Sole Reason To Go On Living.