The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
I think that all the anger and cynicism comes from suppressing things that we always wanted.
