...but My Friends Call Me

(...) The Tree Forsakes Not The Flower: The Flower Falls From The Tree.

There Are Misfortunes In Life That No One Will Accept; People Would Rather Believe In The Supernatural And The Impossible.

The Merit Of All Things Lies In Their Difficulty.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

That Is A Dream Also; Only He Has Remained Asleep, While You Have Awakened; And Who Knows Which Of You Is The Most Fortunate?