Reality Is Always The Foe

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

Where Are The Numerous Constructions Erected By Agrippa, Of Which Only The Pantheon Remains? Where Are The Splendorous Palaces Of The Emperors?