Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train. And we find ourselves looking with dull heart of stone at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped and so madly kissed.
- Do you love me? - I feel like a city that s been under siege for 20 years. Suddenly the gates are thrown open and the citizens come pouring out to breathe the air and walk the fields and pluck the wildflowers. I feel relieved.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword.