Blood Was Its Avatar And Its Seal.

A Wise Man Hears One Word And Understands Two.

You Need Not Attempt To Shake Off Or To Banter Off Romance. It Is An Evil You Will Never Get Rid Of To The End Of Your Days. It Is A Part Of Yourself ... Of Your Soul. Age Will Only Mellow It A Little, And Give It A Holier Tone.

Where The Good And The Bad And The Worst And The Best Have Gone To Their Eternal Rest.

In Efforts To Soar Above Our Nature, We Invariably Fall Below It.

But Psyche Uplifting Her Finger Said: Sadly This Star I Mistrust