Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have

Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But The Wine Of Life.

Never Part Without Loving Words To Think Of During Your Absence. It May Be That You Will Not Meet Again In This Life.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One