Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance

A Shadow Is Hard To Seize By The Throat And Dash To The Ground.

Love Is A Portion Of The Soul Itself, And It Is Of The Same Nature As The Celestial Breathing Of The Atmosphere Of Paradise.

A Sewer Is A Cynic. It Tells All.

Winter Changes Into Stone The Water Of Heaven And The Heart Of Man.

So A Voice In The Mountain Is Enough To Let Loose An Avalanche. A Word Too Much May Be Followed By A Caving In. If The Word Had Not Been Spoken, It Would Not Have Happened.