Government Must Be A Transparent Garment Which

The Power Of The People And The Power Of Reason Are One.

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

Love Is A Peculiar Thing.