Love Is The Heart S Immortal Thirst

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

Subjection To Fear Is Weakness, Bondage, Feverish Unrest. To Be Afraid Is To Have No Soul That We Can Call Our Own; It Is To Be At The Beck And Call Of Alien Powers, To Be Chained And Driven And Tormented; It Is To Lose The Life Itself In The Anxious Care To Keep It.

There Are Many Kinds Of Love, As Many Kinds Of Light, And Every Kind Of Love Makes A Glory In The Night. There Is Love That Stirs The Heart, And Love That Gives It Rest, But The Love That Leads Life Upward Is The Noblest And The Best.

Jazz: Music Invented For The Torture Of Imbeciles.

A Peace That Depends On Fear Is Nothing But A Suppressed War.