Happiness May Have But One

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

I Have Come Too Late Into A World Too Old.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.