Good Men Seek It By The Natural

Who Would Give A Law To Lovers? Love Is Unto Itself A Higher Law.

I Scarcely Know The Meaning Of Your Question; Much Less Can I Answer It.

Wretched Men Cringe Before Tyrants Who Have No Power, The Victims Of Their Trivial Hopes And Fears. They Do Not Realise That Anger Is Hopeless, Fear Is Pointless And Desire All A Delusion. He Whose Heart Is Fickle Is Not His Own Master, Has Thrown Away His Shield, Deserted His Post, And He Forges The Links Of The Chain That Holds Him.

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So; And On The Other Hand, Nothing Brings Happiness Unless You Are Content With It.

Inconsistency Is My Very Essence; It Is The Game I Never Cease To Play As I Turn My Wheel In Its Ever Changing Circle, Filled With Joy As I Bring The Top To The Bottom And The Bottom To The Top