Love Is The Most Selfish Of All

...know You Not That You Are My Sun By Day, And My Star By Night? By My Faith! I Was In Deepest Darkness Till You Appeared And Illuminated All.

It Is The Way Of Weakened Minds To See Everything Through A Black Cloud. The Soul Forms Its Own Horizons; Your Soul Is Darkened, And Consequently The Sky Of The Future Appears Stormy And Unpromising

I Know What Happiness And What Despair Are, And I Never Make A Jest Of Such Feelings. Take It, Then, But In Exchange —

What I’ve Loved Most After You, Is Myself: That Is, My Dignity And That Strength Which Made Me Superior To Other Men. That Strength Was My Life. You’ve Broken It With A Word, So I Must Die.

Sometimes One Has Suffered Enough To Have The Right To Never Say: I Am Too Happy.