He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her. - William Somerset Maugham

I respect him. He has brains and character; and that, I may tell you, is a very unusual combination.

I thought I should be a fool to allow work to interfere with a delight in the passing moment that I might never enjoy again so fully.

... self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling. It whirls its victim to destruction in the highest affirmation of his personality. The object doesn't matter; it may be worthwhile or it may be worthless. No wine is so intoxicating, no love so shattering, no vice so compelling. When he sacrifices himself man for a moment is greater than God, for how can God, infinite and omnipotent, sacrifice himself? At best he can only sacrifice his only begotten son.