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

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

And Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit. For Love That Seeks Aught But The Disclosure Of Its Own Mystery Is Not Love But A Net Cast Forth: And Only The Unprofitable Is Caught.

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless; But I Say It So That The Other Half May Reach You.

One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By Path Of Night.