The gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think. VIOLET NICOLSON DrinkFightGodLinkLoveQualityServeThroughVintage
To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name. VIOLET NICOLSON BeforeBreezeCameLandMemoryNameOcean
For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give. VIOLET NICOLSON AcceptanceFateGiveGivingGodTakeWisdom
Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire. VIOLET NICOLSON AriseDesireDevotionOftenSatedVirtue