Wit Is Often A Mask. If You

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

Come With Us To The Field, Or Go With Our Brothers To The Sea And Cast Your Net. For The Land And The Sea Shall Be Bountiful To You Even As To Us.

They Say: 'if A Man Knew Himself, He Would Know All Mankind.' I Say: 'if A Man Loved Mankind, He Would Know Something Of Himself.

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

And You Would Accept The Seasons Of Your Heart Just As You Have Always Accepted That Seasons Pass Over Your Fields And You Would Watch With Serenity Through The Winters Of Your Grief.