The Temples Perish, But The God Still

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.