Love Is Like A Tree,

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.

Dreaming Is Happiness. Waiting Is Life.

We Are Given Up To Those Gods, Those Monsters, Those Giants, — Our Thoughts.

A Day Will Come When A Cannon Will Be Exhibited In Museums, Just As Instruments Of Torture Are Now, And The People Will Be Astonished That Such A Thing Could Have Been.

For There Are Many Great Deeds Done In The Small Struggles Of Life.