It Was She. Whoever Has Loved Knows

A Fall From Such A Height Is Rarely Straight Downwards.

To Love Or Have Loved Is All-sufficing. We Must Not Ask For More. No Other Pearl Is To Be Found In The Shadowfolds Of Life. To Love Is An Accomplishment.

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.

Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.

Oh Lord! Open The Doors Of Night For Me So That I May Leave This Place And Disappear.