The Passions Are The Same In Every

I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow In Childhood, But Listening For Clues.

Diplomats Lie With A Heavy Sense Of Destiny.

Your Love For Me Is Founded In A Sentiment. My Love For You Is Founded In The Body. A Precarious Interchange.

Lies And Promises Are Necessary But Not Sufficient.

I Am Never More Myself Than In My Self-betrayals.