Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To

Finally, And Most Of All, Words Failed Him.

Holland Is A Dream, Monsieur, A Dream Of Gold And Smoke-smokier By Day, More Gilded By Night. And Night And Day That Dream Is Peopled With Lohengrins Like These, Dreamily Riding Their Black Bicycles With High Handle-bars, Funereal Swans Constantly Drifting Throughout The Whole Country, Around The Seas, Along The Canals.

For Who Would Dare To Assert That Eternal Happiness Can Compensate For A Single Moment's Human Suffering

To Lose The Touch Of Flowers And Women's Hands Is The Supreme Separation.

An Achievement Is A Bondage. It Obliges One To A Higher Achievement.