There Is Love Of Course. And Then

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.