If I Could Believe That This Was

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.