I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death.

Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty And, When His Arms Wrap Her Round, He Presses In His Arms The Loveliness Which Has Long Faded From The World. Not This. Not At All. I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

Desire's Wind Blasts The Thorntree But After It Becomes From A Bramblebush To Be A Rose Upon The Rood Of Time.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

Always See A Fellows Weak Point In His Wife.

Quotation Marks Quotato Marks! Bah!