For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers.

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue.

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

Tenors get women by the score.