We Fear Death, Yet We Long For

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

When You Have Grasped A Problem Clearly, Face It With Resolution, For That Is The Way Of The Strong.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.