Life Is An Empty Dream.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.