Unrequited Love Is Not An Affront To

My Dreams, My Dreams! What Has Become Of Their Sweetness? What Indeed Has Become Of My Youth?

Habit Is Heaven's Own Redress: It Takes The Place Of Happiness.

The Less We Show Our Love To A Woman, Or Please Her Less, And Neglect Our Duty, The More We Trap And Ruin Her Surely, In The Flattering Toils Of Philandery.

I've Lived To Bury My Desires And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust Now All That's Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust. Struck By The Clouds Of Cruel Fate My Crown Of Summer Bloom Is Sere Alone And Sad, I Watch And Wait And Wonder If The End Is Near. As Conquered By The Last Cold Air When Winter Whistles In The Wind Alone Upon A Branch That's Bare A Trembling Leaf Is Left Behind.

Inspiration Is Needed In Geometry, Just As Much As In Poetry.