A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This

How Glorious It Is - And Also How Painful - To Be An Exception.

A Lively Retrospect Summons Back To Us Once More Our Youth, With Vivid Reflex Of Its Early Joys And Unstained Pleasures.

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

Become Corrupt, Corrupt, And You Will Cease To Suffer!" This Has Been The Cry Of All Cities To Man.

Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.