I Am Proud To Be An Emotionalist.

Time's Ruins Build Eternity's Mansions.

It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art. The Cracked Looking-glass Of A Servant.

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

Love Loves To Love Love.