Only The Sea, Murmurous Behind

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

Holland Is A Dream, Monsieur, A Dream Of Gold And Smoke-smokier By Day, More Gilded By Night. And Night And Day That Dream Is Peopled With Lohengrins Like These, Dreamily Riding Their Black Bicycles With High Handle-bars, Funereal Swans Constantly Drifting Throughout The Whole Country, Around The Seas, Along The Canals.

The Need To Be Right Is The Sign Of A Vulgar Mind.

My Dear Friend, We Mustn't Give Them Even The Slightest Excuse To Judge Us! Otherwise, We End Up In Pieces.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.