I Would Tell You I

Be It Only For A Day, It Is Still A Glory Without Equal To Be Master Of The World Just That Day.

When The Patient Loves His Disease, How Unwilling He Is To Allow A Remedy To Be Applied.

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

It Is Hard To Hate What One Has Loved, And A Half-extinguished Fire Is Soon Relit.

Obedience Is A Hard Profession.