He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate ...

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had be...

Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes. 休息从属于工作，正如眼睑从属于双眼。 ...

"What language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "Wh...

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow...