Nature Is A Word, An Allegory, A

I Am The Vampire At My Own Veins.

The More Delicate And Ambitious The Soul, The Further Do Dreams Estrange It From Possible Things.

From Satan Or From God, What Matter? Angel Or Siren, What Matter, If You Make - Fairy With Velvet Eyes, Rhythm, Perfume, Light, O My Only Queen - The Universe Less Hideous, Each Moment Less Strained?

There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty As There Are Habitual Ways Of Seeking Happiness.

Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.