Have Patience; The Lovers Will Suffer Lovers

That Which Is Imagined Can Never Be Lost.

Nothing Else Wounds So Deeply And Irreparably. Nothing Else Robs Us Of Hope So Much As Being Unloved By One We Love

Let The Mad Find Wisdom In Their Madness For The Sane, And Let The Sane Be Grateful.

I Was Cured In My New Infamy Of All The Tired Wisdom Of Age. I Would Never Weary Into That Tired State Again - -i Swore To Myself, I Would Always Be This Raw, Wet Child Hereafter.

It Was As Though In These Last Minutes Together - When They Had So Much To Say - They Could Say Nothing Of The Least Significance, For Fear It Open The Floodgates.