It Is At Night That Faith In

To Offend Is My Pleasure; I Love To Be Hated.

My Heart Always Timidly Hides Itself Behind My Mind. I Set Out To Bring Down Stars From The Sky, Then, For Fear Of Ridicule, I Stop And Pick Little Flowers Of Eloquence.

It Is At Night That Faith In Light Is Admirable.

I Loved But Once, Yet Twice I Lose My Love!

You Must Believe Me When I Believe, And Not When I Doubt.