A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.