All Things Are Only Transitory.

If I Say To The Moment: 'stay Now! You Are So Beautiful'!

This Is The True Measure Of Love, When We Believe That We Alone Can Love, That No One Could Ever Have Loved So Before Us, And That No One Will Ever Love In The Same Way After Us.

One Must Keep Repeating The Truth.

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

Nature Does Not Suffer Her Veil To Be Taken From Her, And What She Does Not Choose To Reveal To The Spirit, Thou Wilt Not Wrest From Her By Levers And Screws.