Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature

Now, One Cannot Read Nonsense With Impunity.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

Is It Not A Thing Divine To Have A Smile Which, None Know How, Has The Power To Lighten The Weight Of That Enormous Chain Which All The Living In Common Drag Behind Them?

What Makes Night Within Us May Leave Stars.