What Lies Lurk In Kisses.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.

Oh What Lies There Are In Kisses! And Their Guile So Well Prepared! Sweet The Snaring Is; But This Is Sweeter Still, To Be Ensnared.

I Live! Red Life Boils In My Veins, Earth Yields Beneath My Feet, In The Glow Of Love I Embrace Trees And Statues, And They Live In My Embrace. Every Woman Is To Me The Gift Of A World. I Revel In The Melody Of Her Countenance, And With A Single Glance Of My Eye I Can Enjoy More Than Others With Their Every Limb Through All Their Lives.

That Was Only The Beginning - Where One Burns Books, One Will Finally Also Burn People.

If The Romans Had Been Obliged To Learn Latin, They Would Never Have Found Time To Conquer The World.