Empires And Churches Are Born Under The

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe— To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches. I Love You Continuously, Intensely.

... Habit Starts At The Second Crime. At The First One, Something Is Ending.

Life Is The Result Of All Your Choices.

The End Of Their Passion Consists Of Loving Uselessly At The Moment When It Is Pointless.