We Would Be Ashamed Of Our Best

The Pupil Dilates In Darkness And In The End Finds Light, Just As The Soul Dilates In Misfortune And In The End Finds God.

Sorrow Is A Fruit. God Does Not Make It Grow On Limbs Too Weak To Bear It.

Try As You Will, You Cannot Annihilate That Eternal Relic Of The Human Heart, Love.

When A Man Is Out Of Sight, It Is Not Too Long Before He Is Out Of Mind.

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.