The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

Flowers Belong To Fairyland: The Flowers And The Birds And The Butterflies Are All That The World Has Kept Of Its Golden Age--the Only Perfectly Beautiful Things On Earth--joyous, Innocent, Half Divine--useless, Say They Who Are Wiser Than God.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.