There's nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you'd soon love me less and less and I'd do anything -- anything -- to keep your heart for my own. I don't want to live--I want to love first, and live incidentally... Don't--don't ever think of the things you can't give me. You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all--and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had.