Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
Your eyes smile peace.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.