Fatalism Is The Lazy Man's Way Of

The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself, Not Procreating.

One Is Not Oneself Every Day-fortunately.

In Love There Is No Status Quo.

A Scholar's Heart Is A Dark Well In Which Are Buried Many Aborted Feelings That Rise To The Surface As Arguments.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.