Leave me, before I get over the wall

“إنا لا نصاب بالحب مرتين. إن كيوبيد لا يطلق سهمين على نفس القلب. وصيفات الحب هن …”

“Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad…”

“It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be…”

“It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do…”