Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

justice itself is a chimera, a delusion. Justice is not a flat yardstick, applied in equal measure to an equal situation.

But you haven't never loved God nor even nair person. You hard and tough as cowhide. But just the same I knows you. This afternoon you going to roam all over the place without never being satisfied. You going to traipse all around like you haves to find something lost. You going to work yourself up with excitement. Your heart going to beat hard enough to kill you because you don't love and don't have peace. And then some day you going to bust loose and be ruined.

All we can do is go around telling the truth.

I´m a stranger in a strange land.