Spoilt Pleasure Is A Sad, Unseemly Thing;

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

The Wish To Lead Out One's Lover Must Be A Tribal Feeling; The Wish To Be Seen As Loved Is Part Of One's Self-respect.

Convention Was Our Safeguard: Could One Have Stronger?

The Heart May Think It Knows Better: The Senses Know That Absence Blots People Out. We Really Have No Absent Friends. The Friend Becomes A Traitor By Breaking, However Unwillingly Or Sadly, Out Of Our Own Zone: A Hard Judgment Is Passed On Him, For All The Pleas Of The Heart.

When You Love Someone All Your Saved Up Wishes Start Coming Out.