Life Is A Picnic On A Precipice.

We Are Lived By Powers We Pretend To Understand.

How Should We Like It Were Stars To Burn With A Passion For Us We Could Not Return? If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving One Be Me.

One Can Only Blaspheme If One Believes.

The Way To Read A Fairy Tale Is To Throw Yourself In.

The Surest Sign That A Man Has A Genuine Taste Of His Own Is That He Is Uncertain Of It.