To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, do you not think?

Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you depend, never make face to a foe till he__ rife and never get stuck to another man__ pfife.

You ask me why I don__ love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to desire to possess a person wholly, to admire and honour that person deeply, and to seek to secure that person__ happiness in every way is to __ove_ then perhaps my affection for you is a kind of love. I will tell you this that your soul seems to me to be the most beautiful and simple soul in the world and it may be because I am so conscious of this when I look at you that my love or affection for you loses much of its violence.

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

Some stories always remain incomplete, until you do not read them complete with heart <3