The Mirror Is The Mother Dew, The

At The Heart Of All Great Art Is An Essential Melancholy.

To See You Naked Is To Recall The Earth.

I'm Satisfied. I Am Progressively Making My Life And My Name In The Surest And Purest Manner. If I Catch On In The Theater, As I Think I Will, All The Doors Will Gladly Open Wide For Me.

But Hurry, Let's Entwine Ourselves As One, Our Mouth Broken, Our Soul Bitten By Love, So Time Discovers Us Safely Destroyed.

The Bride, The White Bride Today A Maiden, Tomorrow A Wife.