Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
There is no caste in blood.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.