The Language Of The Street Is Always

Marriage Is The Perfection Which Love Aimed At, Ignorant Of What It Sought.

The Moment We Indulge Our Affections, The Earth Is Metamorphosed, There Is No Winter And No Night; All Tragedies, All Ennui S, Vanish, All Duties Even.

Some Of Your Griefs You Have Cured, And The Sharpest You Still Have Survived, But What Torments Of Grief You've Endured From Evils That Never Arrived.

Teach The Children! It Is Painting In Fresco.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action.