Women Only Love Those That They Don’t

The History Of A Man's Soul, Even The Pettiest Soul, Is Hardly Less Interesting And Useful Than The History Of A Whole People; Especially When The Former Is The Result Of The Observations Of A Mature Mind Upon Itself, And Has Been Written Without Any Egotistical Desire Of Arousing Sympathy Or Astonishment. Rousseau's Confessions Has Precisely This Defect – He Read It To His Friends.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

Women Only Love Those That They Don’t Know.

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.