He Who Passes Not His Days In

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

And Forget Not That The Earth Delights To Feel Your Bare Feet And The Winds Long To Play With Your Hair.

Nor Shall Derision Prove Powerful Against Those Who Listen To Humanity Or Those Who Follow In The Footsteps Of Divinity, For They Shall Live Forever. Forever.

Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.