once pristine . screens
exile
I love refinement and for me love has the splendor and beauty of the sun —Sappho
the spirit is a natural observer
columns of forgiveness
not yet
hath wrath
the same man, the same river
Ich will den Kopf des Jochanaan
Jack shall have Jill. Nought shall go ill
Beatrice Rex
on a quiet and peaceful journey, I regained my self-possession
we demand to be taken seriously
of bridges burnt
He puts what you say a different way, and pretends that he is saying something new. —Socrates
a close call
rosy-fingered
in reverence
senza tempo tinto
in the beginning
and then there was music
segrete cose
two promises with one stone
