A Day Will Come When Markets, Open

Love Is Like A Tree: It Grows By Itself, Roots Itself Deeply In Our Being And Continues To Flourish Over A Heart In Ruin. The Inexplicable Fact Is That The Blinder It Is, The More Tenacious It Is. It Is Never Stronger Than When It Is Completely Unreasonable.

The Soul Does Not Give Itself Up To Despair Until It Has Exhausted All Illusions.

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

The Truth Of An Upright Man Must Be Accepted On His Own Terms. Moreover, Since Natures Vary, We Must Agree That All The Beauties Of Human Excellence May Be Fostered By Faiths That We Do Not Share.

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.