We shall meet at church and greet each other so that it may attract the attention of all those who wish us a hundred miles apart.

If any one makes a song about us we will sit down together and try to get up one in answer to it; we must succeed if we assist each other.

No one can harm us if we keep together, and thus _show_ people that we keep together.

All unhappy love belongs either to timid people, or weak people, or sick people, or calculating people, who keep waiting for some special opportunity, or cunning people, who, in the end, smart for their own cunning; or to sensuous people that do not care enough for each other to forget rank and distinction; they go and hide from sight, they send letters, they tremble at a word, and finally they mistake fear, that constant uneasiness and irritation in the blood, for love, become wretched and dissolve like sugar.

Oh pshaw! if they truly loved each other they would have no fear; they would laugh, and would openly march to the church door, in the face of every smile and every word.