Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.