You Are Ice And Fire The Touch

Life Is A Stream On Which We Strew Petal By Petal The Flower Of Our Heart.

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

Great Emotion Always Tends To Become Rhythmic, And Out Of That Tendency The Forms Of Art Have Been Evolved. Art Becomes Artificial Only When The Forms Take Precedence Over The Emotion.