We Are All Prisoners But Some Of

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

Saying This, He Turned His Head Toward The Window As If He Were Trying To Solve The Problems Of Human Existence By Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Universe.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

And How Shall You Punish Those Whose Remorse Is Already Greater Than Their Misdeeds?

And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.