Freedom Is A New Religion, The Religion

Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers.

Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

Ich Glaube Sogar, Durch Leidensk A« Mpfe K O« Nnten Dietiere Zu Menschen Werden. I Believe That By Suffering Even Animals Could Be Made Human.

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

Out Of My Own Great Woe I Make My Little Songs.