Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

Strange, weird things that no man may say, things Humanity hides away; secretly done, catch the light of the living day.

Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

Or, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell.

I cannot forget that, just as my life was touching its fullest flower, love came and destroyed it all in a single hour.