People Who Have No Weaknesses

Until You Have Loved An Animal, Part Of Your Soul Will Have Remained Dormant.

Until One Has Loved An Animal A Part Of One's Soul Remains Unawakened.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

It Is By Acts And Not By Ideas That People Live.

Nothing Spoils A Confession Like Repentance.