Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.

To Love For The Sake Of Being Loved Is Human, But To Love For The Sake Of Loving Is Angelic.

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.

It Is The Qualities Of The Heart, Not Those Of The Face, That Should Attract Us In Women, Because The Former Are Durable, The Latter Transitory. So Lovable Women, Like Roses, Retain Their Sweetness Long After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.

Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like The Other Ocean, Overflows With Our Remains.