Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers.

The Nightingale Appear'd The First, And As Her Melody She Sang, The Apple Into Blossom Burst, To Life The Grass And Violets Sprang.

Woman Is At Once Apple And Serpent.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

The Men Of The Past Had Convictions, While We Moderns Have Only Opinions.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.