That Is To Be Two

To Know, To Think, To Dream. That Is Everything.

She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.

In The Domain Of Art There Is No Light Without Heat.

During A Wise Man's Whole Life, His Destiny Holds His Philosophy In A State Of Siege.

Memory Is A Gulf That A Word Can Move To Its Lowest Depths.