Life Is But A Continual

But When A Woman Decides To Sleep With A Man, There Is No Wall She Will Not Scale, No Fortress She Will Not Destroy, No Moral Consideration She Will Not Ignore At Its Very Root: There Is No God Worth Worrying About.

He Always Considered Death An Unavoidable Professional Hazard.

Thinking That It Would Console Him, She Took A Piece Of Charcoal And Erased The Innumerable Loves That He Still Owed Her For, And She Voluntarily Brought Up Her Own Most Solitary Sadnesses So As Not To Leave Him Alone In His Weeping.

Love Does Not Die, When Someone Gets Old, People Get Old, Because They Can Not Love Anymore.

Love Becomes Greater And Nobler In Calamity.