About Jesus We Must Believe No One

In Every Loving Woman There Is A Priestess Of The Past

Love Is Like Swallowing Hot Chocolate Before It Has Cooled Off. It Takes You By Surprise At First, But Keeps You Warm For A Long Time.

One May Guess The Why And Wherefore Of A Tear And Yet Find It Too Subtle To Give Any Account Of. A Tear May Be The Poetical Resume Of So Many Simultaneous Impressions, The Quintessence Of So Many Opposing Thoughts! It Is Like A Drop Of One Of Those Precious Elixirs Of The East Which Contain The Life Of Twenty Plants Fused Into A Single Aroma.

A Thousand Things Advance; Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine Retreat; That Is Progress.

A Microscopic Phantom Of The Universe; This Is All That We Are Able To Be.