The Human And Fallible Should Not Arrogate

A Ruffled Mind Makes A Restless Pillow.

Misery Generates Hate.

I Like To See Flowers Growing, But When They Are Gathered, They Cease To Please. I Look On Them As Things Rootless And Perishable; Their Likeness To Life Makes Me Sad. I Never Offer Flowers To Those I Love; I Never Wish To Receive Them From Hands Dear To Me.

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.

I Am No Bird And No Net Ensnares Me