The Heart That Can No

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.