In The Sweetness Of Friendship Let There

Verily All Things Move Within Your Being In Constant Half Embrace, The Desired And The Dreaded, The Repugnant And The Cherished, The Pursued And That Which You Would Escape.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

For Life Goes Not Backward, Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

When You Are Born, Your Work Is Placed In Your Heart.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.