It Is Love And The Lover That

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Achieve Some Perfection [excellence] Yourself, So That You May Not Fall Into Sorrow By Seeing The Perfection In Others.

Let Your Throat-song Be Clear And Strong Enough To Make An Emperor Fall Full-length Suppliant, At The Door.