The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Love is the only effective counter to death.

Society isn't a simple organism with one nucleus and a fringe of little feet, it's an infinitely complex living structure and if you try to suppress any part of it by that much, and perhaps more, you diminish, you mutilate the whole.

all deaths are one's own.

We all have to rise in the end, not just one or two who were smart enough, had will enough for their own salvation, but all the halt, the maimed and the blind of us which is most of us.

In all dying our ages are the same.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.