Love Loves To Love Love.

No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No Room, No Time, No Quiet, No Inclination.

Mistakes Are The Portals Of Discovery.

I Care Not If I Live But A Day And A Night, So Long As My Deeds Live After Me.

Phall If You But Will, Rise You Must: And None So Soon Either Shall The Pharce For The Nunce Come To A Setdown Secular Phoenish.

She Would Follow, Her Dream Of Love, The Dictates Of Her Heart That Told Her He Was Her All In All, The Only Man In All The World For Her For Love Was The Master Guide. Come What Might She Would Be Wild, Untrammelled, Free.