The Wild Still Lingered In Him And

I Was Jealous; Therefore I Loved.

The Greatest Of The Arts Is The Conquering Of Men.

Love Is The Sum Of All The Arts, As It Is The Reason For Their Existence.

So That Was The Way. No Fair Play. Once Down, That Was The End Of You.

He Was Justifying His Existence, Than Which Life Can Do No Greater; For Life Achieves Its Summit When It Does To The Uttermost That Which It Was Equipped To Do.