The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.