Love Loves To Love Love.

Evening Had Fallen. A Rim Of The Young Moon Cleft The Pale Waste Of Sky Line, The Rim Of A Silver Hoop Embedded In Grey Sand: And The Tide Was Flowing In Fast To The Land With A Low Whisper Of Her Waves, Islanding A Few Last Figures In Distant Pools.

Think You're Escaping And Run Into Yourself. Longest Way Round Is The Shortest Way Home.

Shaw's Works Make Me Admire The Magnificent Tolerance And Broadmindedness Of The English.

She Would Follow, Her Dream Of Love, The Dictates Of Her Heart That Told Her He Was Her All In All, The Only Man In All The World For Her For Love Was The Master Guide. Come What Might She Would Be Wild, Untrammelled, Free.

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.