Love doesn’t help anyone, or cure anyone, it’s not when
Someone who is happy lifts up someone who is sad.
I was nice. She had been a libertine—that’s why she was always mad:
I would make an innocent remark she considered an accusation.
Why don’t we figure this out? Hell is not a small nation.
Read the Commedia. Hell is 4,000 miles long.
Love doesn’t exist when one person is right and one person is wrong.
A relationship meant to be temporary is wrong in advance,
No matter how sweet the partner or skillful the dance.
If you think you are right in a situation like that, you’re wrong.
Why does love fail?—The wrong think they are right—
Which leads to anger, indignation and spite.
Unknown love is wrong. The unknown never goes well.
Be wrong with me. If someone is right, we’ll both go to hell.