Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked.

Cover Me With Soft Earth, And Let Each Handful Be Mixed With Seeds Ofjasmine, Lilies, And Myrtle; And When They Grow Above Me And Thrive On My Body's Element They Will Breathe The Fragrance Of My Heart Into Space.

Every Man Loves Two Women;the One Is The Creation Of His Imagination And The Other Is Not Yet Born

Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is In An Empty Heart.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.