I Have Always Known That

You'll Never Get To Be A Saint If You Deny The Bit Of The Devil In You.

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

Youth Is No Less Vulnerable, By The Very Quality It Has Of Making The Heart Ache That Beholds And Has Lost It.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.