None But God Can Fill The Perfect

As The Master So The Valet.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.