You wish to be a poet; you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honestly of your intellect bring you to a halt.

“Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Ano…”

“Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On on…”

“Possibly the greatest good requires the existence of a slave class.”

“so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part …”