Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of

To Rove About, Musing, That Is To Say Loitering, Is, For A Philosopher, A Good Way Of Spending Time.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.

Here We Stop. Upon The Threshold Of Wedding Nights Stands An Angel Smiling, His Finger On His Lip.

Loving Is Half Of Believing.

No One Ever Keeps A Secret So Well As A Child.