I Presumed To Fix My Look On

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

So That The Universe Felt Love, By Which, As Somebelieve, The World Has Many Times Been Turned To Chaos. And At That Moment This Ancient Rock, Here And Elsewhere, Fell Broken Into Pieces.

The Human Race Finds Itself In A Better Situation When It Has The Higher Level Of Freedom.

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.