Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows

I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

The Miller Imagines That The Corn Grows Only To Make His Mill Turn.

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

We Always Hope, And In All Things It Is Better To Hope Than To Despair.

When I Make A Mistake Everyone Can See It, But Not When I Lie.