I Only Know We Loved

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

If I Don't Write To Empty My Mind, I Go Mad.

So We'll Go No More A-roving So Late Into The Night, Though The Heart Still Be As Loving, And The Moon Still Be As Bright. For The Sword Outwears Its Sheath, And The Soul Outwears The Breast, And The Heart Must Pause To Breathe, And Love Itself Have Rest. Though The Night Was Made For Loving, And The Day Returns Too Soon, Yet We'll Go No More A-roving By The Light Of The Moon.

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.