But Courage Without Conduct Is The Virtue

When We Serve The Great, They Are Our Destiny.

I Was A King And A King's Heir And Now I Am A Slave.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

He Sees Himself In His Lover As If In A Mirror, Not Knowing Whom He Sees, And When They Are Together, He Too Is Released From Pain, And When Apart, He Longs As He Himself Is Longed For; For Reflected In His Heart Is Love's Image, Which Is Love's Answer. But He Calls It, And Believes It, Not Love But Friendship.

One Might Have Supposed That The True Act Of Love Was To Lie Together And Talk.