We Can Always Redeem The Man Who

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.

Character Develops Itself In The Stream Of Life.

Here Too It’s Masquerade, I Find: As Everywhere, The Dance Of Mind. I Grasped A Lovely Masked Procession, And Caught Things From A Horror Show… I’d Gladly Settle For A False Impression, If It Would Last A Little Longer, Though.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

Certain Flaws Are Necessary For The Whole. It Would Seem Strange If Old Friends Lacked Certain Quirks.