Happiness Is A Vine That

If In The Twilight Of Memory We Should Meet Once More,we Shall Speak Again Together And You Shall Sing To Me A Deeper Song. And If Our Hands Should Meet In Another Dream We Shall Build Another Tower In The Sky.

The Giving And Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me Never To Delight In Praise Or To Be Distressed By Reproach. Before My Soul Taught Me, I Doubted The Value Of My Accomplishments Until The Passing Days Sent Someone Who Would Extol Or Disparage Them. But Now I Know That Trees Blossom In The Spring And Give Their Fruits In The Summer Without Any Desire For Accolades. And They Scatter Their Leaves Abroad In The Fall And Denude Themselves In The Winter Without Fear Of Reproof.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.