Take Love As A Sober Man Takes

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

What A Frightful Weapon Is Human Thought! It Is Our Defense And Our Safeguard, The Most Precious Gift That God Has Made Us. It Is Ours And It Obeys Us; We May Launch It Forth Into Space, But, Once Outside Of Our Feeble Brains, It Is Gone; We Can No Longer Control It.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

I See That You Believe In Love Such As The Poets And Romancers Have Represented... The Poets Represent Love As The Sculptors Design Beauty, As The Musicians Create Melody; That Is To Say, Endowed With An Exquisite Nervous Organization, They Gather Up With Discerning Ardor The Purest Elements Of Life, The Most Beautiful Lines Of Matter, And The Most Harmonious Voices Of Nature.... To Try To Find In Real Life Such Love As This, Eternal And Absolute, Is The Same Thing As To Seek On The Public Squares Such A Woman As Venus Or To Expect Nightingales To Sing The Symphonies Of Beethoven.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.