I Love All Men Who Think, Even

The Future Has Several Names. For The Weak, It Is Impossible; For The Fainthearted, It Is Unknown; But For The Valiant, It Is Ideal.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.

There Is No Rapture In The Love Which Is Prompted By Esteem; Such Affection Is Lasting, Not Passionate.

There Is In Every Village A Torch - The Teacher; And An Extinguisher - The Priest.