Things They Don't Understand Always

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.