It Is The Lava Of The Imagination

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

There Is No Such Thing As A Life Of Passion Any More Than A Continuous Earthquake, Or An Eternal Fever. Besides, Who Would Ever Shave Themselves In Such A State?