No Man Is More Unhappy Than The

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

To Live A Life Which Is A Perpetual Falsehood Is To Suffer Unknown Tortures.

The Ode Lives Upon The Ideal, The Epic Upon The Grandiose, The Drama Upon The Real.

Wisdom Is A Sacred Communion.

Love Is Like A Tree: It Grows By Itself, Roots Itself Deeply In Our Being And Continues To Flourish Over A Heart In Ruin. The Inexplicable Fact Is That The Blinder It Is, The More Tenacious It Is. It Is Never Stronger Than When It Is Completely Unreasonable.