"Who loves, raves—'tis youth's frenzy—but the cure Is bitterer still..."

"Siquis amat quod amare iuvat, feliciter ardens Gaudeat, et vento naviget ille suo. At siquis male fert indignae regna pu..."

"A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy—how that was all that love was—ions connecting across synapses of ti..."