Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

I Am Like A Mariner Born And Bred On Board A Buccaneer Brig Whose Soul Has Become So Inured To Storm And Strife That If Cast Ashore He Would Weary And Languish No Matter How Alluring The Shady Groves And How Bright The Gentle Sun.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

And I, As I Lived, In An Alien Landwill Die A Slave And An Orphan.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!