When silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.
The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.
Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.
Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.
Mine was the unbearable jealousy a cultured pearl must feel toward a genuine one. Or can there be such a thing in this world as a man who is jealous of the woman who loves him, precisely because of her love?