As Whatever Will No Longer Exist Tomorrow
And It Was Still Hot
What Was Tiring Had Disappeared and Only The Beauty Remained
The Imaginary Eyes of Those Who Are Not Present
A Misleading Illusion
For The Rest
All Gestures Have a Meaning
Nothing We Do Is Truthful
It Could Just as Well Be Otherwise
According to the Laws of Beauty
In Reality the Opposite is True
Do We Really Know Anything Important About Anyone?
Not Merely Different But Opposite
Nobody Knows What's at the Bottom
Something Interesting Is Going On
Everything That Charms or Touches Us
In The End You Give In
Endless Forms Most Beautiful
And I Am Here
Well, It's Like This
Light in the Study
You Wear It Well
An Infinite Number of Anonymous Eyes
