Asceticism without religion is just another way of cultivating peculiar sensations.
We may eat dinner together, but everyone puts the food in his own mouth.
Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.
A sense of righteousness is even more dangerous than a violent temper.
Lovers remain in the dark, working hard to keep out daylight.
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire.