The Cruel Of Heart Have Their Own

Diamonds Are To Be Found Only In The Darkness Of The Earth, And Truth In The Darkness Of The Mind.

Loving Is Almost A Substitute For Thinking. Love Is A Burning Forgetfulness Of All Other Things. How Shall We Ask Passion To Be Logical?

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

One Drop Of Wine Is Enough To Redden A Whole Glass Of Water.

You Would Have Imagined Her At One Moment A Maniac, At Another A Queen.