It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.

Oh, he occasionally takes an alcoholiday.

My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you. I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. In my solitude you will be with me.

He wants to enslave you.' 'I shudder at the thought of being free.

However, it is always nice to be expected, and not to arrive.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

Love is like a war; easy to start but hard to end and you never know where it might take you.