To Love Beauty Is To See Light.

When Liberty Returns, I Will Return.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

The Owl Goes Not Into The Nest Of The Lark.

That Is To Be Two And To Be But One. A Man And A Woman Mingled Into One Angel. It Is Heaven.

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.