Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

Hallow The Body As A Temple To Comeliness And Sanctify The Heart As A Sacrifice To Love; Love Recompenses The Adorers.

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.

In Battling Evil, Excess Is Good; For He Who Is Moderate In Announcing The Truth Is Presenting Half-truth. He Conceals The Other Half Out Of Fear Of People's Wrath.

You Are Your Own Forerunner, And The Towers You Have Builded Are But The Foundation Of Your Giant-self. And That Self Too Shall Be A Foundation.

When You Are Sorrowful Look Again In Your Heart, And You Shall See That In Truth You Are Weeping For That Which Has Been Your Delight.