Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

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

To Know, To Think, To Dream. That Is Everything.

As With Stomachs, We Should Pity Minds That Do Not Eat.

She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.

That Is To Be Two And To Be But One. A Man And A Woman Mingled Into One Angel. It Is Heaven.