Frequent And Violent Temptations Were

His Eyes Were Dimmed With Tears And, Looking Humbly Up To Heaven, He Wept For The Innocence He Had Lost.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

A Wild Angel Had Appeared To Him, The Angel Of Mortal Youth And Beauty, An Envoy From The Fair Courts Of Life, To Throw Open Before Him In An Instant Of Ecstasy The Gates Of All The Ways Of Error And Glory.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

Life Is Too Short To Read A Bad Book.