Whatever You Want To Say, There Is

I Love The Night Passionately. I Love It As I Love My Country, Or My Mistress, With An Instinctive, Deep, And Unshakeable Love. I Love It With All My Senses: I Love To See It, I Love To Breathe It In, I Love To Open My Ears To Its Silence, I Love My Whole Body To Be Caressed By Its Blackness. Skylarks Sing In The Sunshine, The Blue Sky, The Warm Air, In The Fresh Morning Light. The Owl Flies By Night, A Dark Shadow Passing Through The Darkness; He Hoots His Sinister, Quivering Hoot, As Though He Delights In The Intoxicating Black Immensity Of Space.

A Human Being - What Is A Human Being? Everything And Nothing. Through The Power Of Thought It Can Mirror Everything It Experiences. Through Memory And Knowledge It Becomes A Microcosm, Carrying The World Within Itself. A Mirror Of Things, A Mirror Of Facts. Each Human Being Becomes A Little Universe Within The Universe!

The Bed Comprehends Our Whole Life, For We Were Born In It, We Live In It, And We Shall Die In It

Great Minds That Are Healthy Are Never Considered Geniuses, While This Sublime Qualification Is Lavished On Brains That Are Often Inferior But Are Slightly Touched By Madness.

One Sometimes Weeps Over One's Illusions With As Much Bitterness As Over A Death.