Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles

It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of Us

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

I Took One Draught Of Life - I'll Tell You What I Paid - Precisely An Existence - The Market Price, They Said.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.