Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows

I Was Always A Lover Of Soft-winged Things.

Let Us Study Things That Are No More. It Is Necessary To Understand Them, If Only To Avoid Them.

The Supreme Ordeal, Let Us Say Rather, The Only Ordeal, Is The Loss Of The Beloved Being.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

The Truth Of An Upright Man Must Be Accepted On His Own Terms. Moreover, Since Natures Vary, We Must Agree That All The Beauties Of Human Excellence May Be Fostered By Faiths That We Do Not Share.