Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts

When You Fall In Love, It Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake, And Then It Subsides. And When It Subsides, You Have To Make A Decision. You Have To Work Out Whether Your Roots Are Become So Entwined Together That It Is Inconceivable That You Should Ever Part.

In Deference To Such Spectacular Carnage It Is Perhaps Perverse To Dwell Upon One Person's Death, But We Are Creatures So Constituted That The Passing Of One Friend Or One Acquaintance Has A Profounder Effect That That Of 100,000 Strangers. If There Is Any Metaphorical Truth In The Jewish Proverb That He Who Saves One Life Saves The Whole World, Then There Is Equal Metaphorical Truth In The Proposition That When One Person Dies, The Whole World Dies With Them.

Symmetry Is For God, Not For Us.

Money Has No Religion Except Itself.

We Have Roots That Grow Towards Each Other Underground. And When All The Pretty Blossom Has Fallen From Our Branches We Find That We Are One Tree And Not Two.