Is there no way out of the mind? >>
Widow. The word consumes itself. >>
How frail the human heart must be --a mirrored pool of thought... >>
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is >>
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, >>
I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see al >>
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.