He Who Ceases To Learn Cannot Adequately

We Must Listen To Poets.

So, Like A Forgotten Fire, A Childhood Can Always Flare Up Again Within Us.

Words Are Clamor-filled Shells. There's Many A Story In The Miniature Of A Single Word!

In Our Life As A Civilized Person In The Industrial Age, We Are Invaded By Objects; How Could An Object Have A "force" When It No Longer Has Individuality?

The Reverie Would Not Last If It Were Not Nourished By The Images Of The Sweetness Of Living, By The Illusions Of Happiness.