Time goes by, precious moments are gone, but your eyes are forever in my heart. In a world of desire, oh who would come and catch you when you fall?

In the wind and the fire, oh who would come to save you? High above any danger…locked inside the tower of your mind, dreams are veiled; passion blinded safe from fear and fire.

No Summer ever came back, no two Summers ever were alike, each virtue hath its time, and when God Almighty wills it, our secrets are found out.

What is there is the World that more delighteth a lover than secrecy, which is void of fear without suspicion, free from envy: the only hope one hath to build both one’s honor and honesty upon.

The secret of the heart is its pressing love of self. There is a pleasure in writing, which only the man who writes knows. Yet, no man would write, unless he expected someone to read.

His own reading would be small if he did not expect to have it found out that he had read, thus self-love, in a great degree, the spring of all things.

Which of us is there can tell how much vanity lurks in our warmest regard for others, and how selfish our love is?

A regard for personal appearance is a species of self-love, from which the wisest are not exempt, and to which the mind clings so instinctively, that not only the soldier, advancing to almost inevitable death, but even the great businessman who goes to certain executions, shows an anxiety to array his person to the best advantage.

I cannot conceive anything better calculated to excite sympathy than the spectacle of a man devoting his life to self-worship.

It is not everyone who has your passions for perfection. A person without sensibility exhibits no sigh of a soul, and you are soulful.

Dance, dance till morning light, open your darkened eyes. Hey, hey, it is a beautiful day, it will be okay.

Take a look, spend around this is where I find you, where the roses bloom, leave your cares, leave your fears, leave them all behind you. It is a beautiful day in the city of shinning lights; it is as beautiful day, that is where I will find you.

When the human, the physical, system is put under the effect of an excessive stimulant, whether grape, opium, stress, abuse, or poison, taken in a quantity not sufficient to produce death, there is for a time, an unnatural exaltation, a tremendous accession of velocity in all the wheels of life.

Whatever may be the evils resulting from a too susceptible heart, nothing can be hoped from an insensible one.

If we felt quite as poignantly for others as we do for ourselves, there would be no supporting life.

Our souls are not our own. We convey a property in them to those with whom we associate; but to what extent can never be known, until we feel the tug, the agony, or our abortive effort to resume an exclusive sway over ourselves.

When I look at your face, I see you have honest, open expression and kind blue eyes. I took a mouth full of wine to sturdy my anxieties. I was riding high after having a glass of this Baron Philippe Mouton Rothschild 1945.

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It was truly worth its reputation. What a wine! Mature, but not old, and extremely complex. Very fortunate to have tasted this, as it was delicious, it made me cough. You affected not to notice.

I was grateful for the activity around us. Gradually I took in every detail of your appearance. Thou art quarreling with the light of thine own eyes.

The aim of life is development of self, and to realize one’s nature perfectly, that is what each of us is here for. No one knows, until the time comes, what depths are within one.

Knowledge of self is thought by some not so easy. Who knows but for a time you may have taken yourself for somebody else? Stranger things have happened.

You have given, me all your love and World, so I know nothing of the bitterness and hardship of life. However, how I want to tell you that in fact I do understand you all the time.

I stare at your face under the lamp; I see a crystal like heart, you cannot be angry with others for seeing you in a light in which you so strongly see yourself.

You are extremely provoked by a polite serenity, where your heart is deeply interested in the issue of harmony. A heart at ease flies into no extremes, it is ever on its center.

Who can part, forever; only when we come so close that nothing separates us can we meet again, only when what binds us is not my desire or you or your desire of me, nor any chance circumstance, but a deep ingrained likeness of nature that cannot pass away. The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

To learn our culture that claims a long history and rich accumulation, I traveled a a long way across the oceans for studies overseas, in our country.

Now I am going to leave for home to popularize our culture. I will not choose the seashore or airport to see me off, I will choose the bank of the willow flaked lake.

At this moment what do you hear from the drifting willow twigs in the breeze? We hold each others hands. Though not finding tears in each others eyes, we keep wordless amidst urging sirens.

Oh who will find me? In your midnight eyes, I see a summer sunrise. Fly far beyond these silver winter skies. I see a beautiful life. Oh, come and get away.

Do you see the horizon? Walk upon the water, you will find all is still and yet alive. Will you find me?

Babe, I just want you to know, never let me go because when it comes to forever, we should be together.

We once danced to the same tune( Its Whatever by Aaliyah) regardless of races, nations, languages, skin colors and beliefs.

Today, I am going to promise to stay with you forever. We will have another get together. May it be another get together for the people from all over the World!

We should not be at a loss for love. I cannot forget your curved smiling eyebrows, which accompany me during the night, I ran my fingers over the surface of your hands, and suddenly, we were outside.

I felt light headed, intoxicated by the night air; cold appearance and fervent heart are what I have. White in moonlight was directly below us. I could hear nothing but the enduring silence. I felt your blue eyes sweep across my face, as if committing every part of it to memory. Sincere love is left.

I did not press you further, I did not want to disturb the delicate balance between us, and that seemed more important than any questions I might have wanted answers to. Feeling is so subtle. You cannot reject its coming, neither can you keep it back, however you try.

As much as I wanted to be persuaded there was no need for me to intervene, it had seemed too heavenly. Someone has said change is just the meeting of two clouds, it will continue as long as we grasp chance well; our love will have a result as long as we value it.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the mountain diminishing behind us; the sky was beginning to turn from black to a midnight blue. You have lit up my heart with yours and cultivated my love with you kind soul.

In your presence, I feel peaceful and warm in the World. Having been weathered through so many storms, you have stood by me, and you look much younger than people have your half, but not only in looks, also in heart.

You are the rainbow that appeared after the rain, and I am the star surrounding. My heart left. Anything you want to tell me, I would be honored to hear. I have taken on some of your qualities of strength and lightness.

Glorious histories do not limit you. What you gave me is not a luxurious house, like a palace, not a countless fortune; but an encyclopedia of life, vast like the sea. It guided me forward to a fine life.

You are remarkable. I can honestly say I have never met anyone like you before. The air around is full of promise. Your presence is a sign that my life is changing for the better. You are loyal and honorable.

After years of denunciation, it seems that our enemies have set their sights elsewhere and, for a while, we have been at peace. Like sunshine, you give me firmness and enthusiasm. Your warmth and poetic flavor are purring my soul.

Reconciliation is the tenderest part of love and friendship: the soul here discovers a kind of elasticity, and being forced back, returns with an additional passion. Nothing gives such life and soul to youthful gaiety, as the consciousness that it is successfully received.

There are so many drawbacks to regard and intimacy, from pride, from propriety, and various other collateral causes, that rarely as we meet with people of brilliant parts, there is almost ever some objection to our desire of meeting them again.

He who would regenerate society must first regenerate himself, and then his virtues must act as a contagion acts, by contact of man with man. Harassed beyond its bearing, the mind seeks insensibly the balm designed by nature for its restoration.

There us a sort of refuge which always comes with the prostration of thought under an overpowering passion. The common reflection among old bachelors is whether they have lived in vain.

An old fashion theologian might say that a man who has no good in him is not properly fit to be damned. Such a man would have no free will, and could not, therefore, logically be punished for anything he did.

Super refinements put a man out of sympathy with much that is basic in humanity. A man capable of reflection, where a beautiful young creature is in questions, can have neither soul nor vitals.

You are the loveliest no matter how I look at you. May you be happy forever.  It is hard for me to express my thanks for your kindness and present. It is a symbol of friendship and care. I am deeply moved by it.

It is curious to imagine people of the World, busy in thought, turning their eyes towards the countless spheres that shine above us, and making them reflect the only images their minds contain.

The man who lives but in the breath of princes, has nothing in his sight but stars of courtier’s heart; the envious man beholds his neighbors’ honors even in the sky; to the money hoarder, and the mass of Worldly folk, the whole great Universe above glitters with sterling coin, fresh from the mint, stamped with the sovereign’s head coming always between them and Heaven, turn where they may.

So do the shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and this their brightness is eclipsed.

Yearning is kind of eternity like a light burning day and night shining in your flowing thought. You are in my missing and happy time has no end; the unforgetful past events are in the memory and warn missing is so far.

There is not one who does not dream the moment when solitude shall deliver him to the tyranny of reflections. I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and their only religion was that of self-respect, and consideration for other people.

When the setting sun collect its golden glows from grassy garden and when the moon rises from the horizon, do you ever miss me?

You step out of my vision in the dim night, do you ever know my concern for you becomes stronger and stronger like the twilight at dusk? Our sincere love is smooth water of the lake shining the Sun and the Moon in our hearts.

I have no child, I have no will, but an obedient one. Obeying God never brings on public evils. It is, however, painful to know that they are under obligations to a person who could never receive a return. As mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyze the manner of its composition, so sublime intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this Earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it.

It is only what we are vividly conscious of that we can vividly imagine to be seen by Omniscience. Never give more than a second place to the World’s opinion. It is astonishing how large a hole a woodpecker makes with so small a beak; it is owing to successive impressions. Perseverance is the surest road to success. I never give up anything that I choose to do because great works are performed, but by strength, but determination.

You must not forsake the ship in a tempest, because you cannot rule and keep down the winds. Attention, love, admiration, cannot always kept at the stretch, just as a ship is not counted as strong by biding one storm. To other eyes than ours, evil may be good and darkness more beautiful than day, or all alike be fair. It is pleasant to read about whales through their own spectacles. Everything has two sides, the outside that is ridiculous, and the inside that is solemn.

If you were sensible of your own good, you would not wish to quit the sphere in which you have been brought up. One place is as good as another; for so as what one does is good, ‘tis no matter for where it may be. Observe that great, mean, brown bird in the zoological gardens, which sits so tame on its perch, and droops and slouches like a drowsy duck. That is the great and soaring eagle. Who would believe it, to look at him? Yet all he wants is to be put in his right place instead of his wrong. He is not himself in man’s cages, belonging to God’s sky.

There is so worse place to starve than in Paris. The appearances of life are there so especially gay, it is so much a magnified beer garden, the houses are so ornate, the theatres so numerous, the very pace of the vehicles is so brisk, that a man in any deep concern of mind or pain of body is constantly driven in upon himself. It is an odd thing, but everyone who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possesses all the attractions of the next World.

The love of pleasure and the fear of pain are the ruling principles of the human heart, in which they maintain uninterrupted struggles for superiority. Every moment of pleasure that you enjoy, account it gain. May we write a poem of love together with your steady melody like a rock, passion, and imagination as deep as the blue sky. May you hear me in your mind upon parting, and never ask whether the changeable World will still be what it is tomorrow.

Though time elapses fast, in my heart, your eyes, at the moment of parting, are remembered forever. Thank you for your tolerance and encouragement. When I was perplex in mistake, it was you who awake my lost heart with your kind affectionate smile.  Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about. To make life pleasant, we must have our trifling amusements as well as our sublime transport. Sometimes I wonder if you think of me?

Lustre of jewelry reflects the radiance of your blue eyes, which match a glorious sky. Beautiful dark green reflects the holy sun. Hot wind makes me feel the strength of your teachings. How can I abstain from expressing my gratitude for you? Fate brings us together, but life parts us temporarily, like the moon and the stars, apart but staying together always. With the waving arms upon parting, our hearts get closer.

You are newly married to love and walking on air, most of us spend every waking moment of our lives focused on reality, dreams, and goals. Love is inherent in life, and so is happiness. We crave lasting happiness in the midst of our day. We have attachment to the good things in life and with our mindful approach, we simply become aware of the quality of each experience in each instance. Your life is extraordinary, through the thousand editions; I have venturously essayed to read a chapter to the public. If erudition is lost with men, it is well to find it with pigs. The extraordinariness is always pleasing. God Almighty is very kind in making much not necessary to the support of life. The wolf that runs away from a lion will devour a lamb in the next moment. There are only rare times when a man’s soul can see Nature. So long as any passion holds its revel there, the eyes are holden that they should not see her.  Few people have the art of making the most of nature’s bounty. If I am a poet, I will write impressive poems with great passion to sing for the vast ocean and vault of Heaven, then present them to you, my non-judgmental and erudite trainer. In our brilliant rays of wisdom, there is still the flame you ignited in those years. Without your generous attribution, how can I harvest? Thank you. You are blue sea when I wept in grief, tolerating my tears and comforting me. You are blue sly when I am complacent, washing away my impetuousness.

A rainbow does not come after it rains, does not come on the sky, but comes in my heart. Be persistent, open and above-board man, you are beloved. I wish I could meet someone like me, who was happy and dedicated to making me feel joy. I wish you can find that there contains my heartfelt blessing in this little gift. In this special day, I wish your life is full of laughter and joy in every second. You choose this lofty career. Because, among all enterprises beneficial to human, the first one of all is the enterprise that educates people, please accept my deepest respect. The remembrance of past pleasure affects us with a kind of tender grief, like what we endure for departed friends; and the ideas of both may be said to haunt our imaginations. A thin joist of a spine never yet upheld a full and noble soul. I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the World. True nobleness of soul always shines brightest in adversity. What a night it was! There was no moon, and a veil of dark vapor was drawn across the vault of the Heavens, concealing most of the mild summer stars, that ought to have been seen twinkling in their Creator’s praise. This is a mystic period, when life is changing from one sphere or condition to another.

I fell into a sudden trance, thinking the Pope of Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament of California in Sacramento City with the “Indigenous people” dancing in their feathered headdresses. I wonders if the Germans would have murdered those Indians, in their feathered headdresses for doing that on consecrated ground, two centuries ago, or three or four. Well, Hell’s bells, it did not matter. Saint Ryan Phillippe would protect everyone now. I shuddered in order to clear my mind. I sat on the couch. I had to ponder what I had learnt. Sometimes I think the theologians have got it backwards. This big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in the World. It is How to explain the existence of good. The reliefs would show the everyday cult business of the temple, such as the replenishment of the offering altars, as well as more occasional rituals carried out by the king, or, more likely, a priest acting in his name. These secret ceremonies were meant to perpetuate the creation of the World and maintain the order created by the gods. Inscribing its text on a temple wall heightened a ritual’s power. The hieroglyphs had the power to perpetuate through eternity the performance of the rituals they described. If the cult were to fade away, the Universe would still function, thanks to the power of the texts. Year 30, 4^th month of the akhet season, day 1. The appearance of the good god in the temple of Amun…His Majesty was looking for something splendid for his father Amun Ra, as he determined the first sed festival for his son resting on his throne and announced numerous (sed festivals) for him in thebes. How in the World can you do that? To ask that honest question felt extraordinarily sweet. This was truly one of the most baffling mortals that I had ever met. He had made a  monument for his father Ryan, the lord of two countries, by erecting two large obelisks for him at the front of them temple, with a pyramidion of djam gold…so that he be blessed with life like Ra in all eternity. I think it is true and without a doubt, I failed them. However, so long as there is a heart’s beat, there will be blood’s ebb and flow, but your smile will be printed on the silvery moon arising from my little window to arouse my found memories. Let us recall the pleasant past mirthful laughter and look forward to a day of reunion of friends coming from far and wide. Let memory trace the trail of friendship to retrieve the past of mirth. Remember I met you by the state capitol castle and you took me to your job, you said, “I like them crispy.” I had gotten sunburn for waiting for you. Then we went to lunch, and had fish, you shared your food with me, even though I had my own, which is a very kind gesture. Men never share food. May you be happy year in and out. Though we have parted, your image is still kept in the recesses of my heart, an image that reflects the mottled fantasy and pleases my melancholy heart. You left behind the image and the fragrance of the flowers as well as the hope that we have jointly cultivated. When I think of you, my days will stay fresh and aromatic. Let the green of little grass and the Sun light accompany you on your way to early success. Although gods depicted in temple reliefs can sometimes be identified by their appearance or headdress, they are always named in the inscriptions to avoid confusion. Several gods, for example, had the head of a falcon; this one is Horus, son of Isis (Harsiese). Inscriptions were also necessary to distinguish goddesses such as Hathor and Isis, who were often shown with the same robe and hairstyle. Among the more secular subjects for temple reliefs are the military exploits of the king. Each victory represents a symbolic triumph over chaotic forces that were a constant threat to the World. Texts accompanying these reliefs are naturally more elaborate than those in offering scenes. New Kingdom pharaohs, such as the conquering Thutmose III, Sety I and his son Rameses II, or even Rameses III, used temple walls to narrate their military campaigns in some detail. Sometimes, the inscriptions take a more literal turn. A good example is the poetic report of the Battle of Qadesh in c. 1274 BC, and the great victory claimed by Rameses II. Such tales about the deeds of the individual rulers are usually structured in the same way; this form of composition is today described as the king novella. Another species, not really a mutation, babies that grow to maturity soon after birth that is the curse of the family….I cannot explain it. The family is so large and so good, so very good. They really have no idea what happened, they never saw, they never experienced, they never knew…it becomes not a modest man to pry into secrets a modest man cannot reveal. Mr. Dombey expounded to him how that money, though a very potent spirit, never to be disparaged on any account whatever, could not keep people alike whose time was come to die; and how that we must all die, unfortunately, even in the City, though we were never so rich. However, how that money caused us to be honored, feared, respected, courted, and admired, and made us powerful and glorious in the eyes of all men; and how that it could, very often, even keep off death, for a long time together. Without money, one spends the best parts of one’s life in toiling for that first foothold which money could at once purchase. A difference in income, as you go lower, makes more and more difference in the supply of the common necessaries of life; and worse, in education and manners, in all which polishes the man. Teacher, you use your heart and blood to irrigate the seedings. There are brilliance of exotic flowers and rare herbs you fostered in gardens. I wish you happy, joyous and proud life every day. Try to keep clean of wanting small sums that you have not got. Money, the common mistress of all cheats, makes them regard each other in the light of rivals. The Sun that sails overhead, ploughing into gold the fields of daylight azure and uttering the signal to man’s myriads, has no word apart from man the individual; and the moon, like a violin, only praises and laments our private destiny. The stars alone, cheerful whisperers, confer quietly with each of us like friends; they give ear to our sorrows smiling like wise antiquated men, rich in tolerance; and by their double scale, so small to the eyes, so vast to the imagination, they keep before the mind the double character of man’s nature and fate. I have read many leaves of God’s great book of Nature. Now I gaze at your crystal clear blue eyes and you are so quiet that there is only hope for the future. I complain you do not cherish our friendship, while you say I am too sentimental of departure, we have no choice and the departure time is a sad autumn. Time goes by slowly, but your miraculous deep blue eyes sparkle like a sapphire, as they reflect their color to the sky, and are in my heart forever. Your eyes are cornflower blue, and as pure as crystal, when we see the color these beautiful stones in your face reflect, the tone and saturation is  as light as the moon, your lips are as pink an grapefruit,  and your hair as yellow as the sun. When graduating, we want to keep those warm days and are eager to live a new life. Without the irrigation from your fountain of thought, how can there be such beautiful flowers of soul? Who will not praise you, our teacher? I am a little boat drifting in the sea of knowledge. You are the beacon on my voyage navigating me with your light of life. My dear teacher, your profound sight is collected in my heart. It is like two springs, flowing in my heart. Then there are green grass, red flowers, yellow winter jasmine, and your beautiful cornflower blue eyes, soft pink lips, and rays of beautiful blonde hair. Only God himself would pick such a perfect temple.