When I'm Carried Away, Isn't

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

How Good Is God! How Sweet His Yoke!

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.