Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

You Have No Idea How Hard I've Looked For A Gift To Bring You. Nothing Seemed Right. What's The Point Of Bringing Gold To The Gold Mine, Or Water To The Ocean. Everything I Came Up With Was Like Taking Spices To The Orient. It's No Good Giving My Heart And My Soul Because You Already Have These. So I've Brought You A Mirror. Look At Yourself And Remember Me.

We Often Need To Be Refreshed.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

I Am Your Moon And Your Moonlight Too I Am Your Flower Garden And Your Water Too I Have Come All This Way, Eager For You Without Shoes Or Shawl I Want You To Laugh To Kill All Your Worries To Love You To Nourish You.