None love, but they who wish to love.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.