To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

His Cheek Is His Biographer- As Long As He Can Blush.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

The Spirit Lurks Within The Flesh Like Tides Within The Sea That Make The Water Live, Estranged What Would The Either Be?

The Older I Grow The More Do I Love Spring And Spring Flowers. Is It So With You?

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.