That Is To Be Two And To

He Sought...to Transform The Grief Which Looks Down Into The Grave By Showing It The Grief Which Looks Up To The Stars.

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

The Heart Becomes Heroic Through Passion. It Is No Longer Composed Of Anything But What Is Pure; It No Longer Rests Upon Anything But What Is Elevated And Great.

Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.