The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Extreme Justice Is Often Injustice.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.