Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts

Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May Become Hill Of Joy; Weep, That You May Break Into Laughter.

O Love, O Pure Deep Love, Be Here, Be Now, Be All.

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?