I Am Not Omniscient, But I Know

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Acheive In An Age.

Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The Old Burn Out The New Straight Rise Up From The Ashes.

Beauty Is A Primeval Phenomenon, Which Itself Never Makes Its Appearance, But The Reflection Of Which Is Visible In A Thousand Different Utterances Of The Creative Mind, And Is As Various As Nature Herself.

I Will Say With Lorenzo De Medici That Those Who Do Not Hope For Another Life Are Always Dead To This One.

Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My Breast, And Each Will Wrestle For The Mastery There.