There Is Nothing Like A Dream To

The Production Of Souls Is The Secret Of Unfathomable Depth.

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.

The Peasants Of The Asturias Believe That In Every Litter Of Wolves There Is One Pup That Is Killed By The Mother For Fear That On Growing Up It Would Devour The Other Little Ones.

To Die Is Nothing; But It Is Terrible Not To Live.

Popularity? It's Glory's Small Change.