He In His Madness Prays For Storms,

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out

Many A Calm River Begins As A Turbulent Waterfall, Yet None Hurtles And Foams All The Way To The Sea.

No Good Ever Becomes Of A Man Who Forgets An Old Friend

Russian Ladies, For The Most Part, Cherish Only Platonic Love, Without Mingling Any Thought Of Matrimony With It; And Platonic Love Is Exceedingly Embarrassing.

Women Only Love Those That They Don’t Know.