Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.