To Love Another Person Is To See

It Is From Books That Wise Men Derive Consolation In The Troubles Of Life.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

For, To Make Deserts, God, Who Rules Mankind, Begins With Kings, And Ends The Work By Wind.

As A Means Of Contrast With The Sublime, The Grotesque Is, In Our View, The Richest Source That Nature Can Offer.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.