There's Only One Truth About War: People

The Heart That Is Conscious Of Its Own Integrity Is Ever Slow To Credit Another´s Treachery.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

Had I A Heart For Falsehood Framed, I Ne'er Could Injure You.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.

Happiness Is An Exotic Of Celestial Birth.