My Misfortune Is That I Still Resemble

Nations, Like Stars, Are Entitled To Eclipse. All Is Well, Provided The Light Returns And The Eclipse Does Not Become Endless Night. Dawn And Resurrection Are Synonymous. The Reappearance Of The Light Is The Same As The Survival Of The Soul.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

Not Seeing People Allows You To Think Of Them As Perfect In All Kinds Of Ways.

Short As Life Is, We Make It Still Shorter By The Careless Waste Of Time.

When Two Mouths, Made Sacred By Love, Draw Near To Each Other To Create, It Is Impossible, That Above That Ineffable Kiss There Should Not Be A Thrill In The Immense Mystery Of The Stars.