The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be

Here Bring Your Wounded Hearts, Here Tell Your Anguish; Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

Romantic Love Is An Illusion. Most Of Us Discover This Truth At The End Of A Love Affair Or Else When The Sweet Emotions Of Love Lead Us Into Marriage And Then Turn Down Their Flames.

It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness That The Soul Is Revealed.