Know That There Is Often

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.