Half Of What I Say

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

That Deed Which In Our Guilt We Today Call Weakness, Will Appear Tomorrow As An Essential Link In The Complete Chain Of Man.

The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

Yet Has Not Man Wept At The Sounds? And Are Not His Tears Eloquent Understanding?