You Can Crush The Flowers, But You

When Did The Lemons Learn The Same Creed As The Sun?

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

I Don't Know Who It Is Who Lives Or Dies, Who Rests Or Wakes, But It Is Your Heart That Distributes All The Graces Of The Daybreak In My Breast.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

When Everything Seems To Be Set To Show Me Off As Intelligent, The Fool I Always Keep Hidden Takes Over All That I Say.