A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.