Man Has His Will, But Woman Has

Love Prefers Twilight To Daylight.

Life As We Call It, Is Nothing But The Edge Of The Boundless Ocean Of Existence When It Comes Upon Soundings.

For The Simplicity On This Side Of Complexity, I Wouldn't Give You A Fig. But For The Simplicity On The Other Side Of Complexity, For That I Would Give You Anything I Have.

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.