Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called

There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sea, That Is The Sky; There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sky, That Is The Interior Of The Soul.

The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But He Who Causes The Darkness.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

Brothers, He Who Dies Here Dies In The Radiance Of The Future, And We Are Entering A Tomb All Flooded With The Dawn.

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