Her Curiosity Instructed Her More

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

I Write As If To Save Somebody’s Life. Probably My Own. Life Is A Kind Of Madness That Death Makes. Long Live The Dead Because We Live In Them.

Ignorance Of The Law Of Irreducibility Was No Excuse. I Could No Longer Excuse Myself With The Claim That I Didn't Know The Law -- For Knowledge Of Self And Of The World Is The Law That, Even Though Unattainable, Cannot Be Broken, And No One Can Excuse Himself By Saying That He Doesn't Know It. . . . The Renewed Originality Of The Sin Is This: I Have To Carry Out My Unknowing, I Shall Be Sinning Originally Against Life.

Ela Acreditava Em Anjo E, Porque Acreditava, Eles Existiam" | "she Believed In Angels, And, Because She Believed, They Existed