We Fear Something Before We Hate.

Miserable Orpheus Who, Turning To Lose His Eurydice, Beholds Her For The First Time As Well As The Last.

Like Water, We Are Truest To Our Nature In Repose.

There Is No Pain Equal To That Which Two Lovers Can Inflict On One Another.

The Past Is The Only Dead Thing That Smells Sweet.

It Is A Mistake To Expect Good Work From Expatriates For It Is Not What They Do That Matters But What They Are Not Doing.