I Had To Touch You With My

O God, You've Done Enough, You've Robbed Me Of Enough, I'm Too Tired And Old To Learn To Love, Leave Me Alone For Ever.

Nobody Here Could Ever Talk About A Heaven On Earth. Heaven Remained Rigidly In Its Proper Place On The Other Side Of Death, And On This Side Flourished The Injustices, The Cruelties, The Meanness That Elsewhere People So Cleverly Hushed Up. Here You Could Love Human Beings Nearly As God Loved Them, Knowing The Worst: You Didn't Love A Pose, A Pretty Dress, A Sentiment Artfully Assumed.

I Couldn't Have Thought Of Her More. Even Vacancy Was Crowded With Her.

He Felt The Loyalty We Feel To Unhappiness - The Sense That Is Where We Really Belong.

One Can't Love Humanity. One Can Only Love People.