And At Night I Love To Listen

Vain Is The Hope Of Finding Pleasure In That Which One Has Hitherto Disdained; As When The Warrior Hopes To Find Pleasure In The Joys Of The Sedentaries.

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

A Civilization Is A Heritage Of Beliefs, Customs, And Knowledge Slowly Accumulated In The Course Of Centuries, Elements Difficult At Times To Justify By Logic, But Justifying Themselves As Paths When They Lead Somewhere, Since They Open Up For Man His Inner Distance.

One Man May Hit The Mark, Another Blunder; But Heed Not These Distinctions. Only From The Alliance Of The One, Working With And Through The Other, Are Great Things Born.