Eternity - Waste Of Time.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

Our Shadows Are Taller Than Ourselves.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

To Be One's Own Master Is To Be The Slave Of Self.

Youth Is Not A Question Of Years: One Is Young Or Old From Birth.