The Most Honest Of Men

I Was Born To Love - But None Of You Wanted To Believe It, And That Misunderstanding Was Crucial In Forming My Character. It's True That Nature Was Strangely Inconsistent In Giving Me A Warm Heart, But Also A Face That Was Like A Stone Mask And A Tongue That Was Heavy And Slow. She Refused Me What She Bestowed Freely On Even The Most Loutish Of My Fellow Men. . . . People Judged My Inner Character By My Outer Covering, And Like A Sterile Fruit, I Withered Under The Rough Husk I Couldn't Slough Off.

Humanity Is Outraged In Me And With Me. We Must Not Dissimulate Nor Try To Forget This Indignation, Which Is One Of The Most Passionate Forms Of Love.

The Prayers Of A Lover Are More Imperious Than The Menaces Of The Whole World

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

Life Is A Slate Where All Our Sins Are Written; From Time To Time We Rub The Sponge Of Repentance Over It So We Can Begin Sinning Again.