We Survive On Novelty, So

An Unusual Beginning Must Have An Unusual End.

Afraid Of Decision, I Buried My Finer Feelings In The Depths Of My Heart And They Died There.

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out

In Simple Hearts The Feeling For The Beauty And Grandeur Of Nature Is A Hundred-fold Stronger And More Vivid Than In Us, Ecstatic Composers Of Narratives In Words And On Paper.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.