Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Fate Always Wins, For Our Own Heart Within Us Imperiously Furthers Its Designs.