That Which Is Eternal In Woman Lifts

Mysterious In The Light Of Day, Nature Retains Her Veil, Despite Our Clamours: That Which She Does Not Willingly Display Cannot Be Wrenched From Her With Levers, Screws And Hammers.

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

Distrust Those In Whom The Desire To Punish Is Strong.

The Hardest Thing To See Is What Is In Front Of Your Eyes.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.