Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.