Is Any Man Skillful Enough

Late Have I Loved You, O Beauty Ever Ancient And Ever New! Late Have I Loved You! And, Behold, You Were Within Me, And I Out Of Myself, And There I Searched For You.

Love Is Ever New Because It Never Groweth Old.

I Will Plant My Feet On That Step Where My Parents Put Me As A Child, Until Self-evident Truth Comes To Light.

Purity Of Soul Cannot Be Lost Without Consent.

Custom Is Second Nature.