In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You.

I Can't Help It, The Idea Of The Infinite Torments Me.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

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

The Soft Contralto Notes Of A Woman's Voice Are Born In The Immediate Region Of The Heart.

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.