He Who Despises Life Is His Life's

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.

Those Who Easily Forgive Invite Offenses.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

My Sweetest Hope Is To Lose Hope