He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams

Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.

Only Three Things Are Infinite. The Sky In Its Stars, The Sea In Its Drops Of Water, And The Heart In Its Tears.

What Seems To Me The Highest And The Most Difficult Achievement Of Art Is Not To Make Us Laugh Or Cry, Or To Rouse Our Lust Or Our Anger, But To Do As Nature Does-that Is, Fill Us With Wonderment.

If You Knew All The Dreams I've Dreamed!

The Author, In His Work, Must Be Like God In The Universe, Present Everywhere And Visible Nowhere.