Whatever The Heart Desires, It

A Diary Is The Last Place To Go If You Wish To Seek The Truth About A Person. Nobody Dares To Make The Final Confession To Themselves On Paper: Or At Least, Not About Love.

It Only Takes One Match To Ignite A Haystack, Or One Remark To Fire A Mind.

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.

The Richest Love Is That Which Submits To The Arbitration Of Time.

To Be The Equal Of Reality You Must Learn How To Ignore It Without Danger.