Whatever Necessity Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Whatever

One Does Not Get To Know That One Exists Until One Rediscovers Oneself In Others.

While Man's Desires And Aspirations Stir He Cannot Choose But Err.

The Few Of Understanding, Vision Rare, Who Veiled Not From The Herd Their Hearts, But Tried, Poor Generous Fools, To Lay Their Feelings Bare, Them Have Men Always Burnt And Crucified.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.