My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.
A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.
Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?
