Despair Is The Only Genuine

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.