Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

Ah, Lady, When I Gave My Heart To Thee, It Passed Into Thy Lifelong Regency.

Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst Enemy.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.

There Is No Refuge From Memory And Remorse In This World. The Spirits Of Our Foolish Deeds Haunt Us, With Or Without Repentance.