Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place,

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.

All Human History Attests That Happiness For Man, - The Hungry Sinner! - Since Eve Ate Apples, Much Depends On Dinner. ~lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto Xiii, Stanza 99

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.