How Glorious It Is - And Also

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Become Corrupt, Corrupt, And You Will Cease To Suffer!" This Has Been The Cry Of All Cities To Man.

Happiness May Have But One Night, As Glory But One Day.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

The Heart That Once Has Been Your Shrine For Other Loves Is Too Divine