Mercy, Pity, Peace Is The World's Release.

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.

Demonstration, Similitude & Harmony Are Objects Of Reasoning. Invention, Identity & Melody Are Objects Of Intuition.

Come O'er The Eastern Hills, And Let Our Winds Kiss Thy Perfumed Garments; Let Us Taste Thy Morn And Evening Breath; Scatter Thy Pearls Upon Our Love-sick Land That Mourns For Thee.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

You Never Know What Is Enough Unless You Know What Is More Than Enough.