Adam did not want the apple for the apple's sake; he wanted it because it was forbidden.
Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.
Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
Gratitude is a debt which usually goes on accumulating like blackmail; the more you pay, the more is exacted.
In the South the war is what A.D. is elsewhere; they date from it.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.