When I Say "i," I Mean A

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

Justice! Custodian Of The World! But Since The World Errs, Justice Must Be Custodian Of The World's Errors.

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.