All progress is through faith and hope in something. The measure of a poet is in the largeness of thought which he can apply to any subject, however trifling. -Lafcadio Hearn-
Though fragrant are the colors, Yet shall the flowers scatter. Who in our world Could forever endure? Over the mountain of transcendence Let us today cross, And there will be no more shallow dreams, No more drunken illusions.
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