Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.

Death is the mother of Beauty hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.