When We Love - We

Good Heavens! What A Foolish Thing Is This Pretended Perfectibility Of The Human Race Which Is Continually Being Dinned Into Our Ears!

I Am A Man For Whom The Outside World Exists.

To Love Is To Admire With The Heart; To Admire Is To Love With The Mind.

Who Can Believe That There Is No Soul Behind Those Luminous Eyes!

Those Horses Must Have Been Spanish Jennets, Born Of Mares Mated With A Zephyr; For They Went As Swiftly As The Wind, And The Moon, Which Had Risen At Our Departure To Give Us Light, Rolled Through The Sky Like A Wheel Detached From Its Carriage.