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Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.