Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Since I Love You, My Loneliness Begins To Throw You.

Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.

A Faithful Woman Looks To The Spring, A Good Book, Perfume, Earthquakes, And Divine Revelation For The Experience Others Find In A Lover. They Deceive Their Husbands, So To Speak, With The Entire World, Men Excepted.

All The Evil In The World Is The Fault Of The Self-styled Pure In Heart, A Result Of Their Eagerness To Unearth Secrets And Expose Them To The Light Of The Sun.