Those Who Give You A Serpent When

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.