One Can't Love Humanity. One Can Only

At One With The One, It Didn't Mean A Thing Besides A Glass Of Guinness On A Sunny Day.

If I Stopped Loving Him, I Would Cease To Believe In His Love. If I Loved God, Then I Would Believe In His Love For Me. It's Not Enough To Need It. We Have To Love First, And I Don't Know How. But I Need It, How I Need It.

Eternity Is Said Not To Be An Extension Of Time But An Absence Of Time, And Sometimes It Seemed To Me That Her Abandonment Touched That Strange Mathematical Point Of Endlessness, A Point With No Width, Occupying No Space.

The Sense Of Unhappiness Is So Much Easier To Convey Than That Of Happiness. In Misery We Seem Aware Of Our Own Existence, Even Though It May Be In The Form Of A Monstrous Egotism: This Pain Of Mine Is Individual, This Nerve That Winces Belongs To Me And To No Other. But Happiness Annihilates Us: We Lose Our Identity.

To Be In Love Is To See Yourself As Someone Else Sees You, It Is To Be In Love With The Falsified And Exalted Image Of Yourself. In Love We Are Incapable Of Honor - The Courageous Act Is No More Than Playing A Part To An Audience Of Two.