Time Will Say Nothing But I Told

Time And Fevers Burn Away Individual Beauty From Thoughtful Children, And The Grave Proves The Child Ephemeral

Whatever You Do, Good Or Bad, People Will Always Have Something Negative To Say

Language Is The Mother, Not The Handmaiden, Of Thought; Words Will Tell You Things You Never Thought Or Felt Before.

How Should We Like It Were Stars To Burn With A Passion For Us We Could Not Return? If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving One Be Me.

The Center That I Cannot Find Is Known To My Unconscious Mind.