For What Is Evil But Good Tortured

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.

Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.

Faith Is An Oasis In The Heart Which Will Never Be Reached By The Caravan Of Thinking.