A Story Has No Beginning Or End:

And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

We Can Love With Our Minds, But Can We Love Only With Our Minds? Love Extends Itself All The Time, So That We Can Love Even With Our Senseless Nails: We Love Even With Our Clothes, So That A Sleeve Can Feel A Sleeve.

The Argument Of Danger Only Applies To Those Who Live In Relative Safety.

Unhappiness In A Child Accumulates Because He Sees No End To The Dark Tunnel. The Thirteen Weeks Of A Term Might Just As Well Be Thirteen Years.

I Had To Touch You With My Hands, I Had To Taste You With My Tongue; One Can't Love And Do Nothing.