By Her Shining And Her Power He

There Is Madness In Youth, But Sometimes A God Inspires It.

Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An Intellectual Defeat.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.

There Is Nothing Like Despair To Make One Throw Oneself Upon The Gods.