If You Are A Man

As Long As An Angel Is Not Annihilated, It Is A Devil.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

The Feelings Trembled And Flapped In His Chest Like A Bird Newly Put In A Cage.

There Is An Original Inside Me.

Knowing That Conscious Decisions And Personal Memory Are Much Too Small A Place To Live, Every Human Being Streams At Night Into The Loving Nowhere, Or During The Day, In Some Absorbing Work.