Remember Tonight... For It Is The Beginning

Lying In A Featherbed Will Bring You No Fame, Nor Staying Beneath The Quilt, And He Who Uses Up His Life Without Achieving Fame Leaves No More Vestige Of Himself On Earth Than Smoke In The Air Or Foam Upon The Water.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

Doubting Charms Me Not Less Than Knowledge.

I Felt For The Tormented Whirlwinds Damned For Their Carnal Sins Committed When They Let Their Passions Rule Their Reason.