He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What

My Poor Head Is In Such A Whirl, My Mind Is All In Bits.

Colors Are The Deeds/ And Sufferings Of Light.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

Our Passions Are The True Phoenixes; When The Old One Is Burnt Out, A New One Rises From Its Ashes.

Well-mannered Children Could Be Conceived If The Parents Were Well-mannered.