Where We Are Would Be Paradise To

The Sky Was Clear - Remarkably Clear - And The Twinkling Of All The Stars Seemed To Be But Throbs Of One Body, Timed By A Common Pulse.

Black Chaos Comes, And The Fettered Gods Of The Earth Say, Let There Be Light.

You Ride Well, But You Don't Kiss Nicely At All.

Teach Me To Live, That I May Dread The Grave As Little As My Bed. Teach Me To Die.

Sometimes A Woman's Love Of Being Loved Gets The Better Of Her Conscience, And Though She Is Agonized At The Thought Of Treating A Man Cruelly, She Encourages Him To Love Her While She Doesn't Love Him At All. Then, When She Sees Him Suffering, Her Remorse Sets In, And She Does What She Can To Repair The Wrong.