We Forget Very Easily What Gives Us

I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy.

You Think It More Difficult To Turn Air Into Wine Than To Turn Wine Into Blood?.

I Could Never Have Been A Pacifist. To Kill A Man Was Surely To Grant Him An Immeasurable Benefit. Oh Yes, People Always, Everywhere, Loved Their Enemies. It Was Their Friends They Preserved For Pain And Vacuity.

Lies Had Deserted Me, And I Felt As Lonely As Though They Had Been My Only Friends.

Of Two Hearts One Is Always Warm And One Is Always Cold: The Cold Heart Is More Precious Than Diamonds: The Warm Heart Has No Value And Is Thrown Away.