If two people loved, they slept together; it was a mathematical formula, tested and proved by human experience.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.

And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.

I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. You're my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells. I love your dark bush as I love the bush here, you change with the light as this place does, so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same. I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.

One can't love humanity. One can only love people.

Perhaps the sexual life is the great test. If we can survive it with charity to those we love and with affection to those we have betrayed, we needn't worry so much about the good and the bad in us. But jealousy, distrust, cruelty, revenge, recrimination ... then we fail. The wrong is in that failure even if we are the victims and not the executioners. Virtue is no excuse.