My Love Was Both Humble

There Are Many Ways To The Recognition Of Truth, And Burgundy Is One Of Them.

People Who Dream When They Sleep At Night Know Of A Special Kind Of Happiness Which The World Of The Day Holds Not, A Placid Ecstasy, And Ease Of Heart, That Are Like Honey On The Tongue.

It Is Not A Bad Thing In A Tale That You Understand Only Half Of It.

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.

Real Art Must Always Involve Some Witchcraft.