I Am Suffocated And Lost When I

But The Golden-rod Is One Of The Fairy, Magical Flowers; It Grows Not Up To Seek Human Love Amid The Light Of Day, But To Mark To The Discerning What Wealth Lies Hid In The Secret Caves Of Earth.

Spirits That Have Once Been Sincerely United And Tended Together A Sacred Flame, Never Become Entirely Stranger To One Another's Life.

The Arabian Horse Will Not Plough Well, Nor Can The Plough-horse Be Rode To Play The Jereed.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

After Having Admired The Women Of Rome, Say To Yourself, 'i Too Am Beautiful!' ... In You I Met A Real Person. I Need Not Give You Any Other Praise.