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Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

You Are A Flower Crushed Beneath The Feet Of The Animal That Is Concealed In A Human Being. Take Comfort, In That You Are The Flower Crushed And Not The Foot That Has Crushed It.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

Yes, There Is A Nirvanah; It Is Leading Your Sheep To A Green Pasture, And In Putting Your Child To Sleep, And In Writing The Last Line Of Your Poem