The Veil That Clouds Your Eyes Shall

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

Pity The Nation Whose Statesman Is A Fox, Whose Philosopher Is A Juggler, And Whose Art Is The Art Of Patching And Mimicking. Pity The Nation That Welcomes Its New Ruler With Trumpetings, And Farewells Him With Hootings, Only To Welcome Another Ruler With Trumpetings Again. Pity The Nation Whose Sages Are Dumb With Years And Whose Strong Men Are Yet In The Cradle. Pity The Nation Divided Into Fragments, Each Fragment Deeming Itself A Nation.

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.