Man Is Like The Foam Of The

Rob A Neighbour With A Smile.

Cover Me With Soft Earth, And Let Each Handful Be Mixed With Seeds Ofjasmine, Lilies, And Myrtle; And When They Grow Above Me And Thrive On My Body's Element They Will Breathe The Fragrance Of My Heart Into Space.

The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.