Love Is Quivering Happiness.

People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face. But You Are Life And You Are The Veil. Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror. But You Are Eternity And You Are The Mirror.

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

When You Reach The Heart Of Life You Shall Find Beauty In All Things, Even In The Eyes That Are Blind To Beauty.

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?