Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space.

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.

Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.