For What Is Love Itself, For The

Veracity Is A Plant Of Paradise, And The Seeds Have Never Flourished Beyond The Walls.

Adventure Is Not Outside Man; It Is Within.

The Sublime Delight Of Truthful Speech To One Who Has The Great Gift Of Uttering It, Will Make Itself Felt Even Through The Pangs Of Sorrow.

What Is Better Than To Love And Live With The Loved? -- But That Must Sometimes Bring Us To Live With The Dead; And This Too Turns At Last Into A Very Tranquil And Sweet Tie, Safe From Change And Injury.

Beauty Is Part Of The Finished Language By Which Goodness Speaks.