The Earth Is A Great

Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

The Man Is Placed Where The Earth Ends, The Woman, Where The Heaven Starts.