Sensuality Is The Death Of The Soul.

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

If Certain Women Walk Straight Into Adultery, There Are Many Others Who Cling To Numerous Hopes, And Commit Sin Only After Wandering Through A Maze Of Sorrows.

Wisdom Is That Apprehension Of Heavenly Things To Which The Spirit Rises Through Love.

Our Greatest Fears Lie In Anticipation.

Numbers Are Intellectual Witnesses That Belong Only To Mankind.