Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Twere To Consider Too Curiously, To Consider So.