Only Love And Death Will

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.

Your Fear Of Death Is But The Trembling Of The Shepherd When He Stands Before The King Whose Hand Is To Be Laid Upon Him In Honour.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

Rob A Neighbour With A Smile.

Every Man Is Two Men; One Is Awake In The Darkness, The Other Asleep In The Light.