Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous

I Admired My Father Very Much... At The Age Of Sixteen. But Now I See That He Was A Brutal And Cruel Man, - But Not Without Remorse, And That Was What Tortured Us, His Alternations.

Is It Not Clear That A Reviewer's Psyche, Like An Iceberg, Is Seven-eighths Beneath The Surface?

Even Paranoids Have Real Enemies.

Love Is The Tact Of Every Good, The Only Warmth, The Only Peace.

I Always Cause Those Who Are Near To Me More Suffering Than Pleasure.