Is A Faith Without Action

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

There Are No Secrets That Time Does Not Reveal.

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.