For Love Is Immortality.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

The Appetite For Silence Is Seldom An Acquired Taste.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?