There Is Only One Woman In The

The Heart Unites Whatever The Mind Separates, Pushes On Beyond The Arena Of Necessity And Transmutes The Struggle Into Love.

I Possess No Weapon But Love. With That I Have Come To Do Battle. Help Me!

There Is No Harsher Means Of Punishment, Than To Answer Malice With Kindness.

You Can Knock On A Deaf Man's Door Forever.

Thus Night With All Her Snares Passed Through The Upper World And Baited All Heads Sweetly, Fed All Foolish Hopes, For Night Can Bring To Men All Shrewish Day Denies, Wrapped As A Gift In The Green Leaves Of Opiate Dream.