Why should neurotic, selfish, immature people suddenly become angels when they fall in love ... ?

Why should neurotic, selfish, immature people suddenly become angels when they fall in love ... ?

What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not the satisfaction of love, but its passion. And passion means suffering.

Fallen myths can instill venom.

Romance only comes into existence where love is fatal, frowned upon and doomed by life itself.

Passion and marriage are essentially irreconcilable. Their origins and their ends make them mutually exclusive. Their co-existence in our midst constantly raises insoluble problems, and the strife thereby engendered constitutes a persistent danger for every one of our social safeguards.

Animals do feel like us, also joy, love, fear and pain but they cannot grasp the spoken word. It is our obligation to take their part and continue to resist the people who profit by them, who slaughter them and who torture them.