My Heart Resembles The Ocean;

God Has Given Us Speech In Order That We May Say Pleasant Things To Our Friends, And Tell Bitter Truths To Our Enemies.

Wherever They Burn Books They Will Also, In The End, Burn Human Beings.

Everywhere That A Great Soul Gives Utterance To Its Thoughts, There Also Is A Golgotha.

Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers, And As The Human Heart, Imagining Itself Alone And Unwatched, Feels Most Deeply In The Night-time, So Seems It As If The Flowers, In Musing Modesty, Await The Mantling Eventide Ere They Give Themselves Up Wholly To Feeling...

Glow-worms On The Ground Are Moving, As If In The Torch-dance Circling.