Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.