Now, One Cannot Read Nonsense With Impunity.

Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

There Are People Who Observe The Rules Of Honor As One Observes The Stars, From A Great Distance.

Melancholy Is The Happiness Of Being Sad.

For Prying Into Any Human Affairs, Non Are Equal To Those Whom It Does Not Concern.

The Reduction Of The Universe To The Compass Of A Single Being, And The Extension Of A Single Being Until It Reaches God - That Is Love. Love Is The Salute Of The Angels To The Stars. How Sad Is The Heart When Rendered Sad By Love! How Great Is The Void Created By The Absence Of The Being Who Alone Fills The World.