If It Is True That Wars Are

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

If I Were To Command A General To Turn Into A Seagull, And If The General Did Not Obey, That Would Not Be The General's Fault. It Would Be Mine.

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear Him. Conceited People Never Hear Anything But Praise.

Water, Thou Hast No Taste, No Color, No Odor; Canst Not Be Defined, Art Relished While Ever Mysterious. Not Necessary To Life, But Rather Life Itself, Thou Fillest Us With A Gratification That Exceeds The Delight Of The Senses.