The Only Paradise Is Paradise Lost.

Love Is Not Vain Because It Is Frustrated, But Because It Is Fulfilled. The People We Love Turn To Ashes When We Posess Them.

The Past Not Merely Is Not Fugitive, It Remains Present.

Everybody Calls "clear" Those Ideas Which Have The Same Degree Of Confusion As His Own.

Our Worst Fears, Like Our Greatest Hopes, Are Not Outside Our Powers, And We Can Come In The End To Triumph Over The Former And To Achieve The Latter.

Dear Friend: I Have Nearly Died Three Times Since Morning.