Her Soul Trembled On Her

A Breath Of Paris Preserves The Soul.

Thus, During Those Nineteen Years Of Torture And Slavery, Did This Soul Rise And Fall At The Same Time. Light Entered On The One Side, And Darkness On The Other.

The Quantity Of Civilization Is Measured By The Quality Of Imagination.

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.

The Nearer I Approach The End, The Plainer I Hear Around Me The Immortal Symphonies Of The Worlds Which Invite Me. It Is Marvelous, Yet Simple.