his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning...to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.
Morality, too, is a question of time.
Injections are the best thing ever invented for feeding doctors.
The weak would never enter the kingdom of love.
Do not allow me to forget you
We'll grow old waiting.