When Love Is Not Madness, It Is

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

Tis Not Where We Lie But Whence We Fell; The Loss Of Heaven's The Greatest Pain In Hell.

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

Never Confide Your Secrets To Paper; It Is Like Throwing A Stone In The Air; And If You Know Who Throws The Stone, You Do Not Know Where It May Fall.

The Heart Is An Astrologer That Always Divines The Truth.