A Root Is A Flower

Love Has The Power That Dispels Death; Charm That Conquers The Enemy.

Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

A Thief Is A Man In Need. A Liar Is A Man In Fear.