Oblivion Is The Flower That

Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

To Be Made Evident, Truth Must Be Sought For; For Of Itself It Is Slow To Appear, And Between Ourselves And God The Obstacles Are So Many!

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

The Capacity For Passion Is Both Cruel And Divine.