If I Were Jesus Christ,

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.

A Joyous Little Creature, So Beautiful, It Was As If A Gate Of Heaven Opened As She Came In.

It Is The Essence Of Truth That It Is Never Excessive.... We Must Not Resort To The Flame Where Only Light Is Required.

Each Man Should Frame Life So That At Some Future Hour Fact And His Dreaming Meet.