A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over

The Insufferable Arrogance Of Human Beings To Think That Nature Was Made Solely For Their Benefit, As If It Was Conceivable That The Sun Had Been Set Afire Merely To Ripen Men's Apples And Head Their Cabbages.

I Planted My Self In The Middle Of A Great Many Glasses Full Of Dew, Tied Fast About Me, Upon Which The Sun So Violently Darted His Rays, That The Heat, Which Attracted Them, As It Does The Thickest Clouds, Carried Me Up So High, That At Length I Found My Self Above The Middle Region Of The Air.

She Is A Mortal Danger To All Men. She Is Beautiful Without Knowing It, And Possesses Charms That She's Not Even Aware Of. She Is Like A Trap Set By Nature - A Sweet Perfumed Rose In Whose Petals Cupid Lurks In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Instills Grace In Every Common Thing And Divinity In Every Careless Gesture. Venus In Her Shell Was Never So Lovely, And Diana In The Forest Never So Graceful As You.

A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over The 'i' Of Loving.

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.