Now Life Has Killed The Dream I

Whatever Causes Night In Our Souls May Leave Stars. Cimourdain Was Full Of Virtues And Truth, But They Shine Out Of A Dark Background.

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

Upon The First Goblet He Read This Inscription, Monkey Wine; Upon The Second, Lion Wine; Upon The Third, Sheep Wine; Upon The Fourth, Swine Wine. These Four Inscriptions Expressed The Four Descending Degrees Of Drunkenness: The First, That Which Enlivens; The Second, That Which Irritates; The Third, That Which Stupefies; Finally The Last, That Which Brutalizes.

As The Purse Is Emptied, The Heart Is Filled.