Women And Egoistic Artists Entertain A Feeling

Poets And Writers Who Are In Love With The Superlative All Want To Do More Than They Can.

I Will Believe In The Redeemer When The Christians Look A Little More Redeemed.

Our Destiny Exercises Its Influence Over Us Even When, As Yet, We Have Not Learned Its Nature: It Is Our Future That Lays Down The Law Of Our Today

Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

Then Is What You See Through This Window Onto The World So Lovely That You Have No Desire Whatsoever To Look Out Through Any Other Window, And That You Even Make An Attempt To Prevent Others From Doing So?