We like someone because. We love someone although.

One puts into one's art what one has not been capable of putting into one's existence. It is because he was unhappy that God created the world.

... when something is detestable, and yet inevitable, what one must do is not merely to endure it-a hard task whatever one may do-but find an excuse for loving it. Everything is a matter of points of view, and misfortune is often only the sign of a false interpretation of life.