I Wash My Hands Of Those Who

There Is A Space Between Man's Imagination And Man's Attainment That May Only Be Traversed By His Longing.

A Woman Whom Providence Has Provided With Beauty Of Spirit And Body Is A Truth, At The Same Time Both Open And Secret, Which We Can Understand Only By Love, And Touch Only By Virtue.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.