Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

It Is The Nature Of The Strong Heart, That Like The Palm Tree It Strives Ever Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

Woman Was Formed To Admire; Man To Be Admirable. His Are The Glories Of The Sun At Noonday; Hers The Softened Splendors Of The Midnight Moon.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.