Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

Your Lips Are Like Sugar And Your Cheeks An Apple Your Breasts Are Paradise And Your Body A Lily. O, To Kiss The Sugar To Bite The Apple To Reveal Paradise And Open The Lily.

Love Is A Kind Of Dementia With Very Precise And Oft-repeated Clinical Symptoms.

The Garden Where You Sit Has Never A Need Of Flowers, For You Are The Blossoms And Only A Fool Or The Blind Would Fail To Know It

Beauty Is Precious, You See, And The More Beautiful Something Is, The More Precious It Is; And The More Precious It Is The More It Hurts Us That It Will Fade Away; And The More We Are Hurt By Beauty, The More We Love The World.

Man Is A Bird Without Wings And A Bird Is A Man Without Sorrow.