Love Of One Is A Piece Of

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.

Whoever Has Really Sacrificed Anything, Knows That He Wanted And Got Something In Return.

Then Is What You See Through This Window Onto The World So Lovely That You Have No Desire Whatsoever To Look Out Through Any Other Window, And That You Even Make An Attempt To Prevent Others From Doing So?

Only In War Are You Holy, And When You Are Robbers And Cruel.

Pity Makes Suffering Contagious.