Matters Change And Morals Change; Men Remain.

Love Could Never Come To Full Fruition Till It Was Destroyed.

Come! Let Us Lay A Lance In Rest, And Tilt At Windmills Under A Wild Sky! For Who Would Live So Petty And Unblest That Dare Not Tilt At Something Ere He Die; Rather Than, Screened By Safe Majority, Preserve His Little Life To Little End, And Never Raise A Rebel Cry!

Love Has No Age, No Limit; And No Death.

Take Modern Courtships! They Resulted In The Same Thing As Under George The Second, But Took Longer To Reach It, Owing To The Motor-cycle And The Standing Lunch.

I Drink The Wine Of Aspiration And The Drug Of Illusion. Thus I Am Never Dull.