No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger.,

Poverty Sits By The Cradle Of All Our Great Men And Rocks All Of Them To Manhood.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

We Know Only That Our Entire Existence Is Forced Into New Paths And Disrupted, That New Circumstances, New Joys And New Sorrows Await Us, And That The Unknown Has Its Uncanny Attractions, Alluring And At The Same Time Anguishing.

Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers, And As The Human Heart, Imagining Itself Alone And Unwatched, Feels Most Deeply In The Night-time, So Seems It As If The Flowers, In Musing Modesty, Await The Mantling Eventide Ere They Give Themselves Up Wholly To Feeling...

I Do Not Murmur, Even If My Heart Break.