Wherever They Burn Books They

I Have Smelt All The Aromas There Are In The Fragrant Kitchen They Call Earth; And What We Can Enjoy In This Life, I Surely Have Enjoyed Just Like A Lord!

Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.

God Will Forgive Me. It's His Job.

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.