He Who Does Not Live In Some

Lovers Are Angry, Reconciled, Entreat, Thank, Appoint, And Finally Speak All Things, By Their.

The Beautiful Souls Are They That Are Universal, Open, And Ready For All Things.

The Laws Of Conscience, Though We Ascribe Them To Nature, Actually Come From Custom.

Decency, Not To Dare To Do That In Public Which It Is Decent Enough To Do In Private.

Love Is Like Playing The Piano. First You Must Learn To Play By The Rules, Then You Must Forget The Rules And Play From Your Heart. If I Were Pressed To Say Why I Loved Him, I Feel That My Only Reply Could Be: Because It Was He, Because It Was I.