We Are Always On Stage, Even When

The Breath Of An Aristocrat Is The Death Rattle Of Freedom.

I'll Know How To Die With Courage; That Is Easier Than Living.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?