Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane

I Could Be Martyred For My Religion. Love Is My Religion And I Could Die For That. I Could Die For You.

Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone And Palely Loitering?

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

I Compare Human Life To A Large Mansion Of Many Apartments, Two Of Which I Can Only Describe, The Doors Of The Rest Being As Yet Shut Upon Me.