But It Is Not For The Perfect

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The Gods.

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

True Friends Share Everything, Except The Past Before They Met.

The Rightness Of A Thing Isn't Determined By The Amount Of Courage It Takes.