How True It Is That Words Are

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love. I Do Not Understand It. I Believe It To Be The Most Fragrant Blossom Of All This Thorny Existence.

If We Are To Extract Any Joy Out Of Our Span, We Must Think And Plan And Make Things Better Not Only For Ourselves But For Others, Since Joy For Ourselves Depends Upon Our Joy In Others And Theirs In Us.

I Sacrifice To The God Of Beauty — The Impulse To Beauty In Nature. Here Are Flowers. Here Is Wine Spilled On The Floor. I Will Burn Incense & Myrhh. I Will Kneel & Strike My Breast & Touch The Dust With My Forehead. I Will I Will! Only Do Not Forsake Me, Oh God Of Beauty.

A Thought Will Color A World For Us.

When A Man, However Passively, Becomes An Obstacle To The Fulfillment Of A Woman's Desires, He Becomes An Odious Thing In Her Eyes, - Or Will, Given Time Enough.