A Wedding Is One Of The Most

She Felt Like A Chess Player Who, By The Clever Handling Of His Pieces, Sees The Game Taking The Course Intended. Her Eyes Were Bright And Tender With A Smile As They Glanced Up Into His; And Her Lips Looked Hungry For The Kiss Which They Invited.

Perhaps It Is Better To Wake Up After All, Even To Suffer, Rather Than To Remain A Dupe To Illusions All One's Life.

The Artist Must Possess The Courageous Soul That Dares And Defies

She Was Moved By A Kind Of Commiseration... A Pity For That Colorless Existence Which Never Uplifted Its Possessor Beyond The Region Of Blind Contentment, In Which No Moment Of Anguish Ever Visited Her Soul, In Which She Would Never Have The Taste Of Life's Delirium.

A Bird With A Broken Wing Was Beating The Air Above, Reeling, Fluttering, Circling Disabled, Down, Down To The Water