Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is

The World Progresses Only Through Misunderstanding.

The More Delicate And Ambitious The Soul, The Further Do Dreams Estrange It From Possible Things.

Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently Of The Object It Clothes.

The Poet Is Like The Prince Of The Clouds, Who Haunts The Tempest And Laughs At The Archer. Exiled On The Ground In The Midst Of The Jeering Crowd, His Giant's Wings Keep Him From Walking.

Drowsing, They Take The Noble Attitude Of A Great Sphinx, Who, In A Desert Land, Sleeps Always, Dreaming Dreams That Have No End.