We Are For Religion Against The Religions.

Strong And Bitter Words Indicate A Weak Cause.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.

Wisdom Is The Health Of The Soul.

Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That Supreme Charm Of Our Poetry, That Creator Of Our Meter.

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.