Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

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

Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.