One Must Not Trifle With

Great Artists Have No Country.

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.