The Only Time A Juggler

He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

And Let It Direct Your Passion With Reason, That Your Passion May Livethrough Its Own Daily Resurrection, And Like The Phoenix Rise Above Its Own Ashes.

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?