Only When You Drink From The River

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes.

What The Soul Knows Is Often Unknown To The Man Who Has A Soul. We Are Infinitely More Than We Think.

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.

From A Sensitive Woman's Heart Springs The Happiness Of Mankind, And From The Kindness Of Her Noble Spirit Comes Mankind's Affection.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.