Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

Would You Learn The Secret Of The Sea? Only Those Who Brave Its Dangers, Comprehend Its Mystery!

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

I Do Not Love Thee Less For What Is Done, And Cannot Be Undone. Thy Very Weakness Hath Brought Thee Nearer To Me, And Henceforth My Love Will Have A Sense Of Pity In It, Making It Less A Worship Than Before.