Evasion Is Unworthy Of Us, And Is

Science Is The Language Of The Temporal World; Love Is That Of The Spiritual World. Man, Indeed, Describes More Than He Explains; While The Angelic Spirit Sees And Understands. Science Saddens Man; Love Enraptures The Angel; Science Is Still Seeking; Love Has Found.

Remorse Is Impotent; It Will Repeat Its Faults. Repentance Only Is A True Force; It Puts An End To Everything.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

Paris, Like Every Pretty Woman, Is Subject To Inexplicable Whims Of Beauty And Ugliness.