Perhaps A Man May Commit Suicide In

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

A Poet Is A Bird Of Unearthly Excellence, Who Escapes From His Celestial Realm Arrives In This World Warbling. If We Do Not Cherish Him, He Spreads His Wings And Flies Back Into His Homeland.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.

The Lust For Comfort, That Stealthy Thing That Enters The House A Guest, And Then Becomes A Host, And Then A Master.