So I Be Written In The Book

I Have Not Asked For Life. But I Try To Accept Whatever Life Brings Without Surprise. And I Shall Depart Again Without Having Questioned Anyone About My Strange Stay Here On Earth.

The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever Dies.

Hearts Are Like Tapers, Which At Beauteous Eyes Kindle A Flame Of Love That Never Dies; And Beauty Is A Flame, Where Hearts, Like Moths, Offer Themselves A Burning Sacrifice.

The Revelations Of Devout And Learn'd Who Rose Before Us, And As Prophets Burn'd, Are All But Stories, Which, Awoke From Sleep They Told Their Comrades, And To Sleep Return'd.

Ah, Take The Cash, And Let The Credit Go, Nor Heed The Rumble Of A Distant Drum!