In Love Matters; Keep Your Pen From

Reason May Cure Illusions, But Not Suffering.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.