It Is The Passion That Is In

All Good Writing Leaves Something Unexpressed.

Ambitious Princes Value Inherited Kingdoms Not So Much As Conquered Provinces.

It Is Ever The Invisible That Is The Object Of Our Profoundest Worship. With The Lover It Is Not The Seen But The Unseen That He Muses Upon.

The Beauty Seen Is Partly In Him Who Sees It.

There Are Seaons When Our Passions Have Slept So Long That We Know Not Whether They Still Exist In Us. So Does Flax Forget That It Is Combustible When The Fire Is Away From It.