Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"

When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.