There Is No Refuge From Memory And

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.

Every Man Should Have Laws Of His Own, I Should Think; Commandments Of His Own, For Every Man Has A Different Set Of Circumstances Wherein To Work - Or Worry.

When A Child Is Born The Mother Also Is Born Again.