All Lovers In The World Are Alike:

It Was Suicide. Others Killed Themselves With Poison Or With A Revolver. I Killed Myself With Minutes And Hours.

All Lovers In The World Are Alike: They Fall In Love By Chance; They See Each Other, And Are Attached To Each Other By The Features Of Their Faces; They Illuminate Each Other By The Fierce Preference Which Is Akin To Madness; They Assert The Reality Of Illusions; And For A Moment They Change Falsehood Into Truth.

How I Waited For You! How I Longed For You! He Stammered. "i Thought Of You All The Time. I Saw You All The Time. Your Smile Was Everywhere." He Lowered His Voice And Added, "sometimes When People Were Talking Commonplaces And Your Name Happened To Be Mentioned, It Would Go Through My Heart Like An Electric Current.

Whatever Our Ignorance Left To Itself, And Whatever The Wounds That Other Human Beings Are, We Ought To Study Ourselves With A Sort Of Devotion.

Two Armies At Death-grips — That Is One Great Army Committing Suicide.