I Purified My Lips With

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.

No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing But That Which Already Lies Half-asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.

Only Those Beneath Me Can Envy Or Hate Me. I Have Never Been Envied Nor Hated; I Am Above No One. Only Those Above Me Can Praise Or Belittle Me. I Have Never Been Praised Nor Belittled; I Am Below No One.

The Wolves Prey Upon The Lambs In The Darkness Of The Night, But The Blood Stains Remain Upon The Stones In The Valley Until The Dawn Comes, And The Sun Reveals The Crime To All.