You See Through Love, And That Deludes

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.