Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
You die and die and then you are beyond death.
And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.
For the past twenty years you and I have been fed all day long on good solid lies about sex
Man must endure his going hence.
He who has not forgiven an enemy has never yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.